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Grown-up fairy tale.

Hope.

Once its seeds are sown, it then grows, taking a life of its own and going to places it has not gone to before. It bears sweet promises of fruit in abundance, of absolute health and wealth, and of good tidings ahead for always.

It is contagious, addictive, and hounds your thoughts day and night, hanging on to you for dear life.

You fuel your own desires, water your own wants and needs. You keep it alive, spending your waking moments pondering if hope would soon become reality.

After all, it did for many others. Why not you too? Why must you always be someone else to someone else?

Well. One can only hope, but not often can all do.

How now brown cow?

Details of this entry.Wednesday, October 10, 2007, filed under Musings.
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