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Tucked beneath an evening sky ripples of laughter woke me from a dreamless sleep. The sound always makes me still, as if by moving I might disrupt the cause and break the spell. My daughter’s laughter fills our quiet home with energy and amusement even in her sleep. Her days and dreams undistinguishable, joy infecting sleep and dreams inviting possibility into her days; she moves between sunlight and moonlight without boundaries.

Tagged: Daughter, Dreams, Musings