I remember being little, looking at the stars, wondering the silliest and deepest things. Sometimes, the vastness of the sky scared me, those days, I came home and feared that something was going to come down and change everything. Other times, I went to the roof of my building and stare at the sky, wishing things, using my imagination to create stories, dreaming. That’s pure. The stars and the things that people wish upon them, they’re pure.
Dream on, fellow cosmic friends. Remember that, at the end of the day, we’re all made of stardust. Visit my blog for more on this look and/or give me a ‘Like’ on Facebook. It’s really an investment in your future.
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Love always, Hen.