"Every dandelion blown each Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight. My wis is always the same. Every fallen eyelash and first firefly of summer...the dream remains. What did you wish for? To be a writer. Every heads-up penny found and daydream and night dream and even when people say it's a pipe dream...! I want to be a writer"
— Mar 19, 2015 02:06PM
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