Tuesday, April 9, 2013

April 9

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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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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