Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.
The Dream, Lord Byron (1816)
Monday, November 20, 2006
wise words of a father
Dad said this-
If it is not cold, don't bother to bring a jacket.
It sounded strangely profound, and full of wisdom. haha.
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