Jul 5
Adieu
Dreamers talk about where they might go to those who will listen; Pioneers talk about where they have been to those who ask.
All my life I’ve wanted to be someone; I guess I should have been more specific.
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HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
-- W.B. Yeats
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