Dreams, illusions, are like paper bow ties. They fly carefreedaring, tireless, perhaps unaware of their condition and fragility. Not allthey will reach the shore, and not everyone knows it, but the flight is already worth it.At Christmas, if you look closely, you can see them soaring through the sky. The majority they look big and…
Dreams, illusions, are like paper bow ties. They fly carefreedaring, tireless, perhaps unaware of their condition and fragility. Not allthey will reach the shore, and not everyone knows it, but the flight is already worth it.At Christmas, if you look closely, you can see them soaring through the sky. The majority they look big and…
Dreams, illusions, are like paper bow ties. They fly carefreedaring, tireless, perhaps unaware of their condition and fragility. Not allthey will reach the shore, and not everyone knows it, but the flight is already worth it.At Christmas, if you look closely, you can see them soaring through the sky. The majority they look big and…
