Into the mist I go where flying horses roam on stripes of silver rays in a moonlit sky, and a band of butterflies play melodies simply by flapping their wings. Into the midst I go from nightfall to dawn, savoring each minute I spend in this land of dreams. Laying my long johns on a … Continue reading Of Dreams and Flying Things
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