Field of Dreams

I have a "field of Dreams." It is a simple park with a corn field in the middle. I go there often to ponder life and pray. It is special to me because it never changes, even though years go by. I am reminded that some of my dreams have come, some have been sown to the wind and others are still springing forth. Like the multitude of flowers, through time, dreams find their way into the soil of our lives and show up in different colors.

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