On our photowalk, I realized that my wishes and dreams are built upon the blood, sweat, and tears of random strangers, whom I will probably never meet, never know, and never get to thank.
It is my hope that the dreams of their children, in turn, may be built on my toil instead.
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But dots on the balloon
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