Katya walked along hte beach, the sun shining down on her, the gentle breeze blowing her hair back from her face. Dream the big dream … that is what she had always heard. Dream the bog dream. She was fortunate … she had found her big dream, where so many others had not. She had acted on it, and she had achieved it.
Walking along the beach allowed her to meditate on what her next big dream would be. For there always is a next big dream, you know. You take the time to savor the current dream, then you expand it.
Life is good.
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