Big Dreams

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I may have looked like a fat old woman, beaten down by life, but I had big dreams. I dreamt them every night, in the women’s section of the Mission, when I was lucky enough to get a bed...There was going to be a big crowd—it was raw and nasty out with icy snow like knife darts, cold wind, a hopeless sky. People would die that night. “I got big dreams,” I told you. I was wearing green fleecy stretch pants, but the fleece was thin. You wore old jeans, barely held up on your skinny hips with a funny-looking woman’s belt. “Never had much use for dreams,” you said, and you looked at the trays and food rather than at me.”

So Great and Big, Voice Lessons: Tales of Breaking Free by Catherine Holm

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