How I miss lying under the stars at night, dreaming of what the next day will bring. Our thoughts, our dreams begin, then grow with work and time. I miss the innocent days when dreams came so easily and life was full of possibilities. Nothing has really changed, except that I got older, the magic is still there, sometimes it’s closer than others.
Cherry Coley (c)
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I jokingly told my sister last night at her house that I should sleep outside in a tent — the sky in MA was gorgeous last night…
I remember sleeping on the screened in porch at my grandma’s house – I have been missing that so much. I am not sure why.