I ghostly recall the flames which consumed me at the stake a long time ago. I ghastly dream of my heresy at the dawn of my new found life. There's nothing like the swelling of my lungs at the invasion of too much smoke. I dreadfully cover the skies attempting to avenge my name. I look for her without hesitation. There is nothing to fear & nothing to doubt. The clouds can't stop me since my lard is gone. I have spotted someone. I start descending in circles. Could it be her? Could it be me? There's no grass on the ground - it don't matter. I wake up. I am still burning at the stake...

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