Windward Review

The flashing lights of security forces ended our
sojourn. Questioned and then released as
bumpkin Midwest tourists—who knew
multiplication tables but little else. We strode
out of Universal Studios under a heaven full of stars
that appeared to touch clear down to the Walk of Fame
over on Hollywood Boulevard, a sidewalk of legends and
has-beens. We were unaware of the gates locking
behind us, too naive to realize the difficulty of
returning in search of our dreams, not envisioning
letting go of some dreams, not prepared for settling
for lesser ones, not foreseeing our faith in refusing
to never, never stop dreaming…
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