{"id":70793,"date":"2020-06-27T20:06:27","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:06:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=70793"},"modified":"2020-06-27T20:11:40","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:11:40","slug":"hour-11-prompt-11-quest","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-11-prompt-11-quest\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 11, Prompt 11 – Quest"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The first psychic I\u2019d ever met told me about her once<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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leaning slightly forward across a table <\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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to touch my hand lit by a sunbeam<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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she began to paint an old, old story<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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A wise priestess seated in the middle of a circle<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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speaking power to women on what it was to heal<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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then, she said, you simply disappeared<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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She reported that you left me some divine treasure<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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but you left me no map or course to follow<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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it seems so long ago that I heard this story about you<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Since then, I have gone about my business<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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traveling through the air and over mountains<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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from one side of the continent to the other <\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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only thinking about you every now and then<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I\u2019d almost put you out of my mind <\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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when you appeared to me, this time<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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in a flowing orange dress with bell sleeves<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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radiating light in a city of rainbow roses<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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and wearing my face coming to tell me <\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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that I have been finding my way to you all along<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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