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This isn't really a poem, but I'm in a take-it-or-leave-it kind of mood.

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Maybe, I'm a dreamer. I think I am. It comes with the job description. I see a lot of them, a lot of false dreamers. Half-dreamers so enveloped in cynicism. It's okay to subscribe to the realities of the world, but it's not okay to make the world into a negative. Place the sad and mundane on the same mantle as the happy and extraordinary. Open up your heart to the world; both reality and dreams will become something beautiful.

But maybe my sense of dreaming just isn't right.

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There really is no way for me to catch up. I'm wringing my brain for ideas and it's all just becoming repetitive.

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Sarah suggested this image of a pillowcase made from a picnic blanket.