It will never be all that I want it to be…But it is always twice what I expected. — James Qualls, A Gathering of Dreams
It will never be all that I want it to be…But it is always twice what I expected. — James Qualls, A Gathering of Dreams
It will never be all that I want it to be…But it is always twice what I expected. — James Qualls, A Gathering of Dreams
It will never be all that I want it to be…But it is always twice what I expected. — James Qualls, A Gathering of Dreams
It will never be all that I want it to be…But it is always twice what I expected. — James Qualls, A Gathering of Dreams
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It will never be all that I want it to be…But it is always twice what I expected.

— James Qualls, A Gathering of Dreams
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