The Dreamer (Short Story) Joseph propped himself up against a tree by his favorite lake. He sat here often, dreaming of traveling to places he reads about, of the many wonders, and of running free. The day was particularly windy, making his cherry red hair flow freely, wildly. Joseph wanted to be like his hair; running freely and wildly. Instead, the only things he could afford were the clothes on his back. Past that, he had to make due with what nature offered him. He sat there leaning against the tree, listening to the leaves rustle in the wind, brushing each other so softly. Joseph's large green eyes followed the curves of the sparkly river's edge. He suddenly heard an annoyingly loud roar. Curious to what he was hearing, Joseph anxiously looked around to find the source. Then he saw it. It was an engine's roar, louder than a lion. A plane! He gawked at it's intensely waxy-white body, and wishfully wondered about how it must be to ride in one. Sitting in a blue leather chair, Joseph positioned hi
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