there is no limit to the places we can go while we’re sitting still
my thoughts have escaped on the breeze whistling soft through the pine needles
the greatest power is in the imagining of what we don’t know
sometimes your senses will make you believe you can smell a photograph
what’s behind the gate is likely better in our imagination
sometimes history is lost and we must use our imagination
when you thought about today, yesterday, is this what you imagined
the distance traveled in one’s imagination cannot be measured
imagination is how something that’s worn out is made into art
imagination is what it takes to create our reality
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