Sunday, November 16, 2008
This time it shall be different
R emember when we thought we were in paradise, you and I, where virgin sands and clean blue skies connected with crystal waters, as though it were a vivid magic dream, a place untouched by life's imbalances, when our hearts sang and shouted out melodies unknown to dark and dusty memories, when life smiled through our wet lips whispering sweet words and fragile promises which hovered in the wind a while and then spiraled out of sight, and mind, and reach. We did not hold ourselves to yesterday's...
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