about death and life and renewal and changes: is it trite? comforting? inane?
does it make you want to pick up a virtual shoe and hurl it at the screen?
these are the types of questions that i ponder on a lovely proto-spring day when the sun is setting and i wonder
about the things to come this year.
will it be a year of unveiling and revelation?
will it be a time of discovery and awe
or will it be something as understated as a slow gradual healing and a calm acceptance of
changing times and a way of life that is lost forever. don't worry i won't go on forever
but these things are scuttling through my brain as fast as i am typing, a beetle of thought clicking through
the dusty chambers of my mind.
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