I didn't tell him that I'd put his awful stories in boxes and stacked them on a shelf at the back of my mind. I could hear a quieter version of them still, from their dark place, through all the other business that occupied my brain, but I wouldn't unlid those boxes until I was ready to hear [his] stories again as they wanted to be heard. Lauren Wolk
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As a child, we tend to imagine “what could be” and what we want to be. As we grow up, we learn that our visions and dreams aren’t always possible. We may be faced with the tough choice of letting go of our fantasies or embracing reality. Sometimes we must put our childhood dreams in boxes and store them away as part of the past. However, there is a time and place for those childhood dreams to be brought out and brought back to life.

Source: Wolf Hollow

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