Posted by jules on 4/22/2006, 7:38 pm it sort of ends there. it's not that i don't have more dreams, but maybe that i'm afraid to dream them
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where i want to be has a big wrap around porch on a soft spring/summer evening. lights cast a yellow glow onto a twightlight blue street. i can hear crickets and a chuckwills widow and no traffic.
'cause they might not come true.
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