Dreams. Vivid, strong and almost over whelming have been the norm for me since I was a little girl. The first I remember from the age of 3. Climbing my favorite tree to see the angles as they swooped in and out of clouds. Hearing thier laughter as a sound we have no words or expression for but wanting so desperatly to share it with my mother. Growing older the dreams changed some dark and brooding and others a confusing mass of color and sound. Some strangely prophetic with accuacy down to the s…
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Posted on March 2, 2009 at 8:59am —