I wrote this poem for my sister. We tease her about her head being in the clouds, and her silly names for tree-houses or her habit of walking on the picket fence, pretending to be a tightrope walker. I am more practical, but this came out of a lot of thought and understanding. Dedicated to Sarah, and all the artsy dreamers out there.
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