I had a dream once. She sat with me on a vast green plane, her white garments hovered above the ground. "Let them go" she said with a soft smile. "Let them see the world, let them see the suffering. Let them remember".

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  She paused and well, I was confused, and yet for some reason, I understood her words perfectly. I looked down at the white blossoms between my fingers as they swayed from left to right. Gentle things, they are. Forever stuck within the ground. Yet with a gentle pull, I could set them free.

  Im sorry, my child. Perhaps one day, you can forgive me.