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Remembering Alimaka
A joyful tale of trans-dimensional teamwork
I have not seen Alimaka in a lifetime, but his memory is still there; etched into my being. We worked together in the Temple of Records for several years. Alimaka is the one who trained me in my duties there. Although he was a teacher, of sorts, to me, he always seemed so much younger than me in fact youth would be my choice of words to best describe his countenance. He was filled with the vibrancy of youth; always excited, animated, and curious beyond measure. I greatly value those years I was able to spend with him before he left the Temple of Records and took on a new life in the physical realms — the place Alimaka dreamed of returning to.
I had just recently returned from a physical life when I accepted the assignment at the Temple of Records. I was delighted to work there and I was happy being on the spirit side of things. To be honest, I wish he would have stayed a little longer at the Temple, for I simply cannot get enough of his stories. Even now, I am remembering them all. After lunch each day we would spend some time together in his little garden which he had materialized on the Temple grounds. It was a beautiful place, but it was the beauty of his stories that I sought, and I found myself floating off to distant times and places. Sometimes it was hard to go back to work.
