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A Mothers Version of Eve

“Up the stairs you will find the loveliest sight your eyes have ever beheld. It is the place where my son grew from boy to man. Where the lilies have never wilted and where the well has never dried. You go up those stairs. Have faith.”

I climbed the endless stairs towards what seemed to be merely plump silver clouds spotting an azure blue sky. The beautiful old lady with eyes that seemed as if the secret to life’s happiness crept behind them, stood at the base nodding me forward. It took an hour as the sun blazed on my back and my heels dug into the cobble stones. As I found myself at the top of the stairs I saw the man who grew up in the garden looking into a well surrounded by lilies as vivid as a sunrise. He turned from the well and the beautiful princely looking man opened the gate for me to enter. The heel of my red shoes clanged against the soft plush grass and instantly the lilies wilted, the well burped dry and the son grew old.

This was the dream my mother in law had ten days before my wedding.

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