“We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers. 

They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter’s evening. Some of us let these dreams die, but others nourish and protect them, nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true.”

                                                                                                                       -Woodrow Wilson

Once upon a time…

there I was, a little girl who dreamt of a misterious,

round world, wrapping her mind around intricate

thoughts, ideas and vivid imagination.

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