Some call me a Dreamer, meaning to condescend, though I suffer neither insult nor injury being indicted as such. I am bereaved of heart for those who know not the sweet taste of hope, the richly fermented nectar upon which dreams are nourished in order to be realized. To dream is to move beyond the limits of impossibility to explore the vast expanse of imagination and become intimately familiar with the vibrantly decorative tapestry of fantasy. I will dare to dream and proudly be thought a Dreamer!
Scotti – 2009
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