I had a dream of a lady from the goblet last night. A good fairy dressed in the blackest black with a smile worth one thousand other smiles and heart warmer than the sands of Benghazi. She spread her love around like candies magically scattered in a child's dream and spoke her mind wisely. She had this wrinked face of an elderly woman and lips painted red and I  could not tell that she was the incarnation of all the good things until she spoke to me. Then she went back to her goblet that hid colourful market and other treasures and I missed her enormously, just as I do now. She knew it all.