The first day of sun that peeps over the hills of morning shall fall through it's windows across your bed, and you shall work only as you please, after you've had months of play and rest; it's coming true the instant you can leave here. Dream of it, make up your mind to it, because it's coming. I have a streak of second sight, so I see it on the way.
— Apr 01, 2024 06:29PM
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