…..she entertained so many dreams that if they were water you could have floated an ocean liner atop them with plenty of room to spare, yet those dreams bore no more resemblance to the real world than a banty cock does to an imperial rooster. No more resemblance than a wren does to a ostrich. No more resemblance than Donald Trump does to Abraham Lincoln. No more resemblance than yin to yang. She existed in a dream world—in a parallel universe devoid of savvy and wisdom—and coming to grips with reality was as impossible for her as it would be for you or me to take ample time relishing an ice cream cone while levitating on the surface of the sun. Many things are possible in this sphinxian Universe of ours, but to provide appropriate balance and symmetry just as many are not…..
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