there's beauty in knowing there's change on the horizon. a certain strength in sending up hope like chinese lanterns in a moonlit sky, and dreaming up new adventures with every breath. who knows if there is the magic of legends in this world? real magic, the kind we see every day, comes from the brokenhearted souls of artists, the bright, shiny eyes of innovators, and the burnt red necks and salty skin of people working their land.
every time i see the moon hanging low in the sky, i stop in awe of the wonders of this world, and i'm made grateful for every day i'm given the opportunity to chase dreams i haven't even begun to dream yet.
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