If life is to be lived it must be accepted face on....The Sunday of our lives which we never want to grow out of are in the end a suspended illusion of bliss, painful reminders of the world waiting for us. Come Monday..we open our eyes, learn, accept, absorb ..we move on. Here's to all the Mondays of our lives without which we wouldn't be where we are today!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
And she said
"The past is a metaphor for a person who continues to be my memory"
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