Sarah Doughty: Dreaming

They tell me to chase my dreams, but my dreams are always nightmares. But that isn’t true, is it? I dreamed of love. Dreams of happiness, growing old, doing the things I love. I dreamed of living. © Sarah Doughty

via Dreaming — Heartstring Eulogies

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