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"I had such a dream last night. I was floating above the trees with my lips connected to those of a beautiful figure, for what seemed like an age. Flowery treetops sprung up beneath us and we rested on them with the lightness of a cloud" -John Keats ... Every picture or word and entry that you see on this page, is who I am. This is my diary. - Everything has a meaning, look beyond the picture, beyond the letters....Explore...