Category archives: Daydreams
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December 25th. Cut holes in old books, like the one in my heart where the snow should be and the holly berries and the robins coming down to eat from my hands, starved by the winter as I am starved… continue reading »
I am so terribly guilty of living in memories, much simpler than daydreams because there is no waiting for them to come true (and it gets harder each year to be sure that they will.)