I wrapped myself in the dreamed story;
My thoughts I placed on the window sills
Around the inside of the light house.
Virginia was holding court there,
That part of her that was her mother.
Candle-shine spoke in entranced, brimming eyes.
Long,creamy linen spread the table,
Colored, glowing fruit breaking its flow.
Within her mind we were all there,
Her guests and the people looking in.
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