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One day, I will find the horse I made up in my dream. We'll go riding through the construction paper trees and cotton clouds until we reach the ocean made of cellophane. I'll board a tiny boat on horseback and take off toward the horizon, rocking side to side on the way. Though I may never look back, I will always remember what it was like to be brave and find my imagination, and talk on the telephone. The answer tone sounded like a woman's voice. She asked me if I was asleep. It made me want to cry.