Sometimes, love, money,, glory, all those goals, hopes, and dreams people jealously covet are like the raindrops coming down outside my window. Sometimes you can predict the torrent, and sometimes not, but each one of the many is unique, from the moment of its creation right until it's end. Some land and give the green of life to the whithering,
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lots of hugs nallym.
Kev x
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I can't decide whether the tone of this post is melancholy (the rain can do that to a person) or just reflective, but either way I like it. And I hope you have the happiest happy birthday that ever happy birthdayed.
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