Thursday, August 25, 2005

The Blink Of An Eye

Years melt away. Silently. And not so silently. Gathering speed. Becoming fluid. Slipping between my fingers. Decamping. With no concern for regret. Lament. Or opportunity for modification. Nineteen years is but the blink of an eye.


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