“The dreamers are not the ones who sleep.”
Fall is coming. It was in the breeze this morning. There is something about this coming season that begs me to be quiet, begs me to listen. The dreamer inside me awakes once the leaves start to turn. Autumn is enchanted and the magic runs through our fingertips out onto our warm cups of cider and onto the sleeves of our sweatshirts.
This time of year the libraries in our minds open up and I spend most of my time reading books I forgot I had. The angry books lay themselves out on the tables for me to see and yet I remain in retreat behind the shelves seeking out the small and nimble memories I’ve almost forgotten.
From our first conversation I knew that you would always capture my attention, and it has not failed.
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