He walked in make believe land
and heard the hawkers
selling balloons and dreams.
He watched the princesses
and princes
running in the street
looking for salvation.
Everyone was looking for the dream
and everyone had a fantasy in mind.
The little boy
with bubble gum dreams
stared wide eyed
at a costumed character
with a smiling face
made of plastic.
The dreams of dreamers
belied the reality
of heat and humidity
hanging heavily over the fun seekers
and tired travelers.
He tried to decide
whether to take photographs
for posterity.
Would freezing the moments in time
recall the fantasy?
The photographs were flat.
They had no emotion.
They only recalled a moment
with a few million data bits
hidden in a digital dream.
He tried to recall
old moments
and old fantasies
and old dreams,
but only found fading memories.
Then, she took his hand
and her touch reminded him
that reality was in the present,
and that no photograph
could reproduce that happy moment.
Reality was for the living. 
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