Little Martin had a recurring dream.
In his dream Martin faked an Arthurian knight.
He seated proud in the company of the brotherhood of the round table. Succor deeds unto others faltered not.
The dream, however noble and grand in nature, always ended on the same disturbing note. Someone always managed to discover the child beneath the shining armour, his secret revealed, and a knight no more.
Martin would wake time and again from his dream in tears. No matter his deeds of kind, his age betrayed unforgivingly.One day Martin made a friend. His best friend.
The dream recurred thereafter only once, but differed ending. Instead of wakening to the shameful parting of armour and title, Martin gladly abdicated both and arose with pronounced levity.
30/07/07
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