All my dreams are canned into a small bin and placed into a dusty closet, not be reopened.
All the dreams I had now turned into a dream; a dream to reach all my dreams...
Friday, April 01, 2005
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I, Eda...
I closed my eyes and traveled away. I was there. I wasn't there. The words took me here. They took me there. I didn't hear anything. Nor I read. I was at ease. It was my turn to be in peace.
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