3 THE DREAM
I dream, and in my dreaming, I remember another Self and another world. I am walking beside the river. The river is hidden by the reeds, with glimpses stolen through small gaps in the stand made by hungry grazers.
The Tribe has herded sheep for millennia, and the sheep graze now on the grass that grows on the red clay hills. When first our fathers arrived in this valley of the rivers, the waters were higher, and our fathers built their houses upon mounds of dirt they built to stay above the water line.
It is in this land of Ur that was, and Ur that will one day be, that I met my rare Ar-du, she of the dark hair and the flashing green eyes. In the place where the sheep forded the river, I met her by the waters. In the meeting, though we meet for the first time, I know her fro
