Saturday. Daydreaming. All I ever do these days is dream.

I dream about a cabin in the woods. I dream about a laptop, wi-fi, satellites. I dream about a backpack and an open trail. I dream about breadmaking, bookmaking, dandelion wine. I dream about making friends, playing games, having parties. I dream about a typewriter clacking out letters. I dream a thousand miles. All I do these days is dream, and wait. 28 more days.

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