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Sunday, July 15, 2012
Sometimes I have a feeling that I am incapable of discerning aspiration from obsession. Either way my greatest fear is to grow weary of endeavor.
Typing my wisdom at 22:36
NIGHT'S PLUTONIAN SHORE
As you have blundered here, I ought to allege that on this page you shall find only my literary whim. Remember, that life is all but permanent, and words that become our remembrance can dissolve as quick as a wink. So, go with the plume and rejoice.