There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Tuesday, December 27

Four Leaf Clovers

Night before last I dreamt of you. You couldn't figure out what to say to me... You stumbled and mumbled all the while looking at me... turning in circles, asking for patience. You have it.

Last night I dreamt of four leaf clovers. Succulent abundant everywhere I looked, four leaf clovers. That was only part of the dream.

Every night the dreams I have are vivid symbolism of what is to come. I vow to spend a few mins in the morning to write them down.

Hello world, we will all benefit from our singular good fortunes! Let your light shine.

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