The ending came to me in a cinematic dream. I raced to get a version of it on paper, but the mind’s eye saw much more than mere notes and symbols, pressed into service, could ever capture. It appears as if surrealism is a point of view, requiring the suspension of disbelief. Well put bells on my balls and consider me rung. I can’t wait for when that song gets sung. Childhood dreams are the stuff of legends and if you stick around long enough, they might return.
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