How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery; To love and to be loved.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
The only constant is change. The only certainty is death. The possibilities outside of the two are endless. The ground is shifting beneath me and the sky juxtaposes itself every time I look up. What a life I have made.
The only constant is change. The only certainty is death. The possibilities outside of the two are endless. The ground is shifting beneath me and the sky juxtaposes itself every time I look up. What a life I have made.
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