As I brought the heavy shelving into my room with the two drawers full of crystals and miscellaneous importance, I happened upon the musical mechanism that used to be held underneath the lying down white pegasus statue.
It used to belong to my mother, but she had given it to me in my teens
The porcelain had finally broken around when my marriage did, and rather than continue carrying around fragments of broken leg, body, and head (a remindercogvbroken memories), I had saved the music.
Just now, I wound it, and though it played extremely slow, as the first notes struck I had to smile.
All this time in the background of my life, the song “To Dream The Impossible Dreams has been playing.
It has been with me like a friend,, ever reminding my spirit to keep striving.
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