It's that glee which suddenly and irrelevantly escapes one's mouth, in the form of a toothy grin and sparkling eyes, upon realizing people will come to this thing you have built. I must now learn to trust myself, or try to, for I am still unsettled by the sheer imagination this project possesses. And yet, I reach out and touch it and I know it is real.
Because I am living proof that a wild-caught hare of a dream can really, actually become true, so now you must believe in yours. And so, I carry on with this.
And so.
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