Summary
Atop my refrigerator sits a basket of dreams. It's nested in a yellow porcelain-coated, steel colander. I don't use the colander anymore; the porcelain is chipped, the steel rusting through. It just holds a small wicker basket.
The basket contains old worthless Powerball tickets. Each ticket holds a fantasy life, a dream of riches.See the full content of this document
Extract
Digging: ; in a Basket of Dreams
I am a little embarrassed to admit I have them. I assure you I never buy a chance in the lottery unless the jackpot is over $30 million. Then ...
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