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There was a girl and there was a boy. They lived far from the town, near a patch of trees. They worked hard, with no effort at all. Impatient each day, they couldn’t wait to see one another; that was the hardest part of all. They met under a sycamore tree, sometimes at dawn, other times at dusk, to talk to no end every Saturday.

One day, the girl said, “I cannot fall asleep anymore.”

“I’m in a sound sleep,” replied the boy.

“Every waking hour, I think of you,” said the girl.

“So do I,” the boy answered.

Then how come you sleep well and I cannot? the girl wondered.

“There are two things in my life,” said the boy. “You, the beauty, and this sycamore, the peace. I fall asleep dreaming of both of you.”

“Now that’s odd,” exclaimed the girl. “I used to see us under this tree in my dreams, but I cannot fall asleep anymore.”

A warm breeze cleared the night sky. The dreamy moon gently shone down as the boy held her hand while they lay beneath the sycamore.

“Now close your eyes and dream that dream where I kissed you,” said the boy.

“How do you know my dream?” she asked, puzzled.

“I saw the same dream myself. We were under this tree.”

She said yes and began to purr like a cat, sound asleep as never before. She found him in her sleep. He found her in his dream, beneath the same sycamore tree.

They whispered, “Love is but a shared dream.”