Thursday, September 17, 2009

The Window of the Imagination

Our world is a terribly stuffy place without the window of the imagination. Through it we see a broader world that is just outside, ours to experience if we can make our way through the crowd and get past the locked door. Until then we can just look through it, smell the fresh air it brings in with the warm summer breeze; dream of the feel of the dew covered grass beneath our bare feet, the blades tickling us between our toes as we wonder what lies over that distant hill that's covered in purple heather and yellow daisies.

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