Today a man told me his dream. The mark he hoped to leave behind. Nothing fancy or overly audacious, just playing his hand and staking a claim on life.
It made me think. Some of us spend our lives working towards our dreams.
And some of us spend our lives running away from them.
It made me think. Some of us spend our lives working towards our dreams.
And some of us spend our lives running away from them.
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