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 Then they stretched towards me their fine, transparent, rosy wings. 

“You know what breaks me, when someone is visibly excited about a feeling or an idea or a hope or a risk taken, and they tell you about it but preface it with: “Sorry, this is dumb but-.”Don’t do that.

 I don’t know who came here before me, or who conditioned you to think you had to apologize or feel obtuse. But not here. 

Dreams so big it’s silly. Laugh so hard it’s obnoxious. Love so much it’s impossible. And don’t you ever feel unintelligent. And don’t you ever apologize. 


And don’t you ever shrink so you can squeeze yourself into small places and small minds. Grow. 
It’s a big world. 
You fit. I promise.”

~ Owen Lindley

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