My Little Black Book of Books
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Dreams
Ah, the dog is living my dream. A cabin by the lake with a rowboat. Sometimes I wonder who plants our dreams. Why do I think a cabin in an isolated place is the perfect place to be? Would one truly feel at peace when we acquire all our dreams?
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