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    An odd dream it was, to find himself so deep in the bowels of the lower levels of Coruscant, surrounded by gambling dens and brothels, when he could have been dreaming of being within the Jedi Temple, where the melody of hundreds of living, breathing Jedi sang to him, embracing him, crying with him, welcoming him home. (such a lovely dream... a cruel dream)
    But not the worst kind, he would take the oddness of this dream to dreaming of...

    The oddness, the hope and peace he had found in simply standing and letting the Force wash over him, is disrupted by chaotic thoughts; desperate, frantic… familiar…
    /don’t care if you’re mad at me, make me mediator every hour of everday til I’m old an’ grey. Don’t care, don’t care, don’t care./

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    19 May 2023