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the people began to talk of the news of the dreams. Little groups
would buzz. And then a small group, seemingly told by no one, would
sculpt a statue, or even build a buildingexactly where the dreamer
on knew how the instructions were being conveyed, but it was obvious
that everything the dreamer dreamed was being built; no project was
duplicated; and two groups never showed up at the same time and place
contest how to carry out an idea.
one day, the helper came out. As though expectantly, an unusual hush
came over the crowd.
"The dreamer..is..dead!" announced
the helper in a solemn voice.
The crowd heard in silence, lingered
a moment, then dispersed in silence,
too. But strangely, there was no end to the new things appearing in
the city. And
somehow also, they all continued to have the same, new look.
This went on and on. The city continued
to build itself! And soon it became
known to all, although no one needed to say the words:
Men and women had learned to dream again.
by Max Reif
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