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Sleep,..dream,..death.
We dream when we sleep.
Why can't we dream, really dream, in our waking state?
We hope and dream.
Waking dreams can be crushed.
Can we crush hope?
If hope is crushed, we die.
Hope can disguise itself but is always there.
It has to be, doesn't it?
I hope so.
Copyright © Hugo Derosa | Year Posted 2006
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