I saw someone’s dream today. It was a ’57 Chevy parked on the street. It was in terrible shape with faded paint, rust, and a shattered windshield. I wondered why anyone would keep it around? It wasn’t abandoned because I think I’ve seen it parked in other places from time to time. So I concluded that someone still held out the hope of restoring it. That rusting hulk was probably a placeholder for someone’s dream. I wonder what rusting hulks are placeholders for my dreams.
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