He told me that the year would skip by like a heartbeat. He told me that I had to be a dreamer, to not be afraid even when my instincts told me to run. As he wept silently in the dark, and as mournful heads hung despondently in the little room, I turned my head away from the mourners and I closed my eyes and imagined. I dreamt about so many things, so, so many. Too many to recall. But how bright it all was. Brighter than sunshine.
And now there are no more days left to be a 30th.
Thank you for dreaming this dream with me.
I wouldn't have had it any other way.
0 days.
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