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A Million Tomorrows Strange the wanderings of youth. Looking out into the dark, even when there is nothing to see. Shadows perceived as the night fills with prolific melodies of the crickets' restless passions to fill. Strike that banjo, plink and strum, today is not the night. Walk, run, for the vast disappears. even now, for there is no promise of tomorrow. Raine Les 1/18/2010 |
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Here is for many tomorrows..
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or one continuously expanding moment? tomorrow will always be elusive
good stuff |
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Edited by
ArtGurl
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Mon 01/18/10 11:34 AM
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PS **love your new pic!** |
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Here is for many tomorrows.. Thank you and raise a glass |
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or one continuously expanding moment? tomorrow will always be elusive good stuff thank you, encouraging.. |
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PS **love your new pic!** So good to see you, thanks.. |
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