. . . and as these words continually echo within my conscious, an endless litany that almost stupefies, I ask myself, "when did we forget? how did we forget? why did we forget?" . . . the voices within slowly cadence into silence, mocking me. . .
. . . and then I take solace in the thought that if all our earthly labours only take us towards something better than our present, then that supreme being is a part of our future, not a shadow from our past.
peace
s
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Zara Tapas Bar, Feroz Hanif, Salt n Pepper Calamari, Late Plastered Nights, Rock n Roll Trivias, The Alabama Song....
...then we got married (to different people ofcourse!)
Rem'er me? Howdie?
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