The morning after a dream is so hard, trying to figure out what was real and what was imagined; wishing you could go back to sleep and recapture it, but knowing you can never do it. It will never be the same, but it will always be a fantastic memory.
I went to school today but felt like I was living in a fog all day (probably because I was so tired). Everyone wanted to know how things went, and I couldn't come up with enough adjectives to describe the experience.
Thank you Kaley and Pierre for dreaming and inviting us into it.
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I feel exactly the same way, kudos on this beautiful blog entry.
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ReplyDeleteWhile Kaley and I may have dreamed, you and all the others were every bit as important in the creation of the reality, as were Brian, Qarmartalik, and all the folks in Resolute and Eureka. To wax slightly poetic, in this case we were not hollow men, for between the conception and the creation did not fall the shadow. With apologies to T.S. Eliot and fans!
Pierre
I think Tara did a little bit of work to make it all happen too
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