Night's Plutonian Shore

ME

I am boldly defined by words. Words I ponder and divine.

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Monday, July 16, 2012

I am hoping against hope that one day I will have something to call a feather in my cup. And I shall have my encore. In the meantime all I have to do is to think of the gist of it.

Typing my wisdom at 18:06

FRIENDS

“Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose.” (Tennessee Williams)

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.