up in a tree here in the park in my own little house I lay in the dark in a bundle of sticks all carefully packed quite lovingly stacked and laced with leaves pine needle floors and cedar eaves
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
—Langston Hughes
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Wish I was there too. stuck inside papers stacked everywhere wishing I was outside breathing fresh air no trees outside the window my soul is crying off to a mountaintop my dreams are flying take me away to a life I wish to live surrounded by nature oh, what I wouldn't give
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We dream of a neutral decisive Supreme Court Justice, not the brazenly partisan Brett Kavanaugh!
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Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity Yeats
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"When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time" -- Maya Angelou
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In tears. There are so many things you could have posted today. I so appreciate these words of hope.
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One of my favorites. Thank you. Sometimes I wished I still lived in California so I could vote for you. Maybe I can nationally one day soon.
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And when I held back, The Snow was a wish. As I surged ahead, The Freeze was a Wish.https://twitter.com/KamalaHarris/status/1047904431969378304?s=19 …
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Nay, let them only see us, while We wear the mask. We smile, but oh great Christ, our cries To thee from tortured souls arise. We sing, but oh the clay is vile Beneath our feet, and long the mile, But let the world dream otherwise, We wear the mask! Paul Laurence Dunbar
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