Monday, March 2, 2015

Daydreams

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is like a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
The Chapel is still beautiful and it calms my spirit.


I went to a sim called Colder Water and sailed around the island. The water seemed warm, the air soft., my boat empty.

My heart feels torn and restless. I find comfort in the smallest creatures.

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