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% 2025.12.16-CarryingTheDream\\
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\herosection{Carrying the Dream}{chapters/2025.12.16-CarryingTheDream/image/carrying-the-dream.jpg}
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\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropN.png}o one in the valley \\
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thought of Loram as a brave man.
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He was careful.\\
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Which is not the same thing.
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He measured twice.\\
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He showed up on time.\\
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He repaired what could be repaired \\
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and declined any work \\
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with even the faintest whiff of trouble.\\
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When the rains came early, \\
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his roof did not leak.\\
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When they came late, his stores held.\\
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People trusted him precisely \\
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because he did not surprise them.
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That was his reputation.\\
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And he liked it.
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One night, \\
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after a day of ordinary satisfactions, \\
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Loram dreamed.
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In the dream he stood at the edge of the old quarry \\
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where stone had been cut generations ago.\\
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The moon was low and enormous, close enough to touch.\\
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Someone stood beside him — \\
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he never saw a face — \\
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and placed a bundle in his arms.
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It was wrapped in rough cloth.\\
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Heavy.\\
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Alive in some way.
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``Take this with you,'' the voice said.
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``Where?'' Loram asked.
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``Into the day,'' the voice replied. ``That is enough.''
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He woke with his heart racing and his arms aching, \\
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as if they still remembered the weight.
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By morning, the dream had already begun to fray.\\
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He told himself what sensible men always tell themselves: \\
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dreams are compost.\\
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They break down into nothing if left alone.
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Still, he hesitated at the door.
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The valley was awake.\\
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Voices.\\
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Footsteps.\\
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A neighbor calling for help lifting a beam.\\
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The world, in other words, \\
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was offering him many ways to forget the night.
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He almost took one of the offered escapes.
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Instead, he did something small and inexplicable.
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He went back inside \\
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and took an empty sack from the wall.\\
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Folded it carefully.\\
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Tucked it under his arm.
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``I'm losing my mind,'' he muttered, \\
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which was the last sensible thing he said that day.
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At the quarry, \\
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nothing was wrong.
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That was the trouble.
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The old cut lay quiet in the early light.\\
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Tools leaned where they always leaned.\\
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Men passed through on familiar routes, \\
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stepping around a half-loosened stone \\
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as they had for years.\\
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It was simply there — \\
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neither dangerous nor useful enough to merit attention.
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Loram felt the weight in his arms again.
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The stone wasn't blocking anything important.\\
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No one had asked him to touch it.\\
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He told himself to walk on.
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He didn't.
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He set the sack down \\
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and pressed his shoulder against the stone.\\
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It resisted, then shifted a fraction.\\
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Someone laughed.\\
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Someone else shook their head.
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``Leave it,'' a voice called. \\
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``It's not going anywhere.''
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``I know,'' Loram said, \\
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surprised to hear himself answer.
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He worked slowly, \\
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awkwardly, \\
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as if negotiating with something \\
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that had not yet decided to move.\\
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When the stone finally slid free, \\
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it settled lower down the slope with a dull, \\
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unremarkable thud.
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Nothing happened.
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Neither praise nor disaster.\\
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Just dust in the air, \\
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a sore shoulder, \\
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and the uneasy knowledge that he had done something \\
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without being able to explain why.
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Later — much later — \\
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that changed.
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When the rains came early that year, \\
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water tore through the quarry \\
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in a way no one remembered seeing.\\
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Runoff followed old channels \\
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and found old weaknesses.\\
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Where the stone had been, \\
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the flow widened instead of choking.\\
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The path would have been washed away.
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Only then did someone remember.
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``If that had still been there…'' \\
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a man said, trailing off.
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Loram said nothing.
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By then, other things had begun to happen.
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He was asked to help \\
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with a house no one else would touch — \\
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too unstable, \\
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too likely to fail.\\
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He went anyway.\\
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He braced a wall \\
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no one had noticed leaning.\\
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A sick animal wandered into his yard one evening.\\
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Everyone said to drive it off.\\
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He didn't.\\
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He stayed with it until morning.
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A child who had not spoken since her mother's death \\
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followed him for three days \\
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before anyone else besides Loram noticed she was there.\\
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He did not ask her questions.\\
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He went about his tasks and she followed him.\\
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On the fourth day, she spoke to someone else.
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People began to talk.
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Some said Loram had grown reckless.
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Some said he had finally become who he always was.
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Loram said nothing.
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He was learning something \\
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the dream had not explained: \\
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that acting without guarantees \\
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rearranges the world \\
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in ways no plan ever could.\\
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That meaning, \\
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when it arrives, \\
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does so quietly — \\
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and never on schedule.
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That night, he dreamed again.
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The quarry was empty.\\
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The moon higher.\\
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The voice returned.
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``You carried it,'' the voice said.
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``I never knew what it was,'' Loram replied.
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``Neither did I,'' the voice said. \\
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``That was never the point.''
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When he woke, \\
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his arms did not ache.
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Something else did: \\
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a gentle, \\
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permanent ache \\
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where certainty used to live.
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