Blue Butterflies in Paris

All of our dreams came true. Every single one. Not a detail was left behind or forgotten and that is when I learned the value of dreaming.  I held onto the hope of what I wanted and it greeted me gracefully at the door.  I dreamt well, for substance not stuff and my soul was rejoiced with what I had dreamed. It was a personal feat.

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