Here is my life which exists on paper. A new day, an old page. Enjoy.
12 November 2008
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2 comments:
aawee :{ that makes me so sad
August 29, 2006
The most beautiful tree
in the middle of the
park has been cut to
pieces. But it's highest
branch, is but the greenest,
most glorious branch
despite its corruption,
disfigurement. tragedy,
it moves to still be graceful.
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