Field of Dreams
By Ariel Peters
23 May 2008
There are people in this world, and then there are those we call our friends. Our friends mean more to us than the people who pass you on the street. You want to be with them and know more about your friends.
You have your hangouts and the spots you call yours. Ours is a field. A field of dreams. Where all the best our ideas can occur. The sky shines light of blues and golds. The grass holds who knows what, but we roll in it anyways. It is not just an open passage. It is our field of dreams.
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StaceyJane gave props (26 Nov 2008):
Nice essay / beautiful photos to accompany it!
