Drink to life.
Bits of ones life remain at this moment in time, like water drops on the inside of our story’s pitcher. As Fate slowly sips life’s time through its lips, will the drops left be vinegar or honey? Sign in to see full entry.
Thoughts that sometime...rhyme for Saturday, February 4, 2006
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