Swinging higher and higher, like birds about to take flight
Laughter
Footsie pajamas and favorite blankets, warm and cozy
Crunching leaves in fall
Splashing in puddles, sledding down hills
Freedom
Fantasy
Compassion
Curiosity
Every cell of their beings knowing what it is to be awash in love
These are my dreams of childhood.
Fisherville Brook Wildlife Refuge
My dreams are a beautiful mix of my own childhood memories and those things I value the most. When I'm feeling unsure, they are my compass. On my happiest days, I see those dreams lived fully.
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