"But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
W.B. Yeats
Ah, how fitting is this short poem of one of my favorite poets...to my mood tonight...Dream only that I have...they are mine...hidden in me down deep inside...waiting to become astonishing reality...I believe...I believe...
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