Saturday, March 7, 2009
Fate
A river runs mighty and free through mountains and plains on his way to the sea. It does not know what it wants, what it seeks but it flows forward towards what it cannot yet see. It does not stop to look at the flowers that the prairie adorn, or to delight in the sweet fragrance of the spring mountain air, it rushes trough, it does not care about the beautiful colors of the sunsets, the dawns, or any of the other wonders it misses as it runs, and that when they are done, never again will happen...
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