My waking hours are busy, but so are my "sleeping" hours. My mind is continually active and I dream of long stories and of tall tales. They are images and messages told to me from above, or from within, I can't tell, but maybe they are of the same? It comes to me in colors, speaks of many things and plays a large role in my daily routine. Living here on this bare continent, on a frozen land that is void of color, my dreams are filled with images as vivid as crayola. The power within shall surface.
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