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i’m dreaming of a little house with tall grass to sweep through, with boarded steps to run down and maybe a tire or two up front to stand on when i want to be a little taller, a little bolder, a little more adventurous than i think i am. i’m dreaming of a little garden i can get lost in with flowers and stalks and leaves glorious enough to have me daydream of faroff forests and giant jungles. And i’m dreaming of streets that i can prance across and look both ways to where i am going and where i come from whenever i’m afraid that i’ll forget the road my humanity takes me.