Rude contact with facts chased my visions and dreams quickly away and in their stead I beheld the horrors the corruption the evils and hypocrisy of society and as I stood among them a young wife a great wail of agony went out from my soul.
When the legends die the dreams end there is no more greatness.
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There's a joy and a pain about directing where the dreams you have are becoming concrete but the attention to detail the need for time is such that it's overwhelming at times and the stream of responsibility.
