Hanging On
I had a dream that times were changing. In this dream the skys turned cold, gray and gloomy. In this dream the things around me became distant and left one by one. In this dream I had become old and fragile. In this dream I had become alone. In this dream I had learned to hang on and to never let go because soon the sky will be warm, blue and beautiful. The things around me will be repopulated one by one. I will still be old, but will be able to pass on many stories. This is my dream of hanging on.

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