Today was a day that bucketed - it feels like winter is back for round two. Which would be fine if I could stay cuddled up in my pillows and drink lazy cups of coffee. But I can't. And I suppose that's fine, because it'll make coming back to my pillows just that much more delicious.
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Dreams
Hold fast to dreams
For if
dreams die
Life is a
broken-winged bird
That cannot
fly.
Hold fast to
dreams
For when
dreams go
Life is a
barren field
Frozen with
snow.
- Langston
Hughes
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