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Tuesday, July 14, 2015. The journey between a yes and no makes me a million times older. What do you do when your dream is at once sufficient and insufficient to keep you? What do you do when you want your dream to expand and contract all the time, every time? What do you do when the size of your dream has fallen short? What do you dream? Are your dreams my nightmares? Is the distance we travel a mirage? .
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