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Sweet Dreams Are Made of This — The Hugging Woods

I looked into my Arabic coffee grounds and although I usually only see one thing, I saw two things. I saw a loving mother hugging her child. And I saw a frightened anxious child lost and alone in a scary dark woods (rather Snow Whitish).

But as I kept looking, the images merged and became the same thing in two different ways. I saw that the frightened child was actually the loving mother hugging the scary dark woods, wrapping her arms around the woods, the shadow side. And, I saw that the scary dark woods, the shadow side, was actually the loving mother, wrapping its embrace around the child.

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