last night my mother was a child, in my dream, surrounded by yellow roses and riding an enormous horse. this is as close as i can get to that feeling again. next i may have to tackle the anxious dream i have about oceans and overpasses.
I'm trying every day to devour books before they devour me.
I am striving to become a warrior, who knows that we never know what will happen to us next.
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