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Mar 2012
i often sleep at night.
in the morning, i often wake and
from good dreams, contentment-
from bad dreams, relievement

and of daydream?
the truth is i rarely daydream anymore
my reverie both thrills and scares me
for i recall anything is possible.

look out in no doubt
oh, beautiful life
it is never too late to be who you might have been.
thank you george eliot
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