I remember a story... there was once a little girl who was with her mother in a canoe... she was so little, she sat on the bottom of the canoe, between her mother's legs... and she was looking out at the water, with its millions of little diamonds shining under the sun... and she dreamed... dreamed... today, she still dreams...
In this image, this little girl will also remember the day when she was riding with her mother.... what dreams are made of... memories.
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