If you find it difficult to appreciate so many miracles, be wise and take joy in the one.
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Once, in this very room, I came upon a family of sleeping elephants. I curled up amongst them and became part of their dream. When we finally awoke, you were watching, hesitating.
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It’s a big world out there. It’s only small between our ears.
It’s a small world out there. It’s only big between our fears.
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Read The Rambler, Numb. 10. Saturday, April 21, 1750. For trifling sports I quitted grave affairs.
Read the fiftieth and fifty-first chapters of Middlemarch.
October 9, 2023.
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Categories: If It Had A Name
Tags: Dreams, Elephants, Fear, George Eliot, Journals, Joy, Middlemarch, Miracles, Perception, Reading, Samuel Johnson, Sleep, The Rambler
William Michaelian 