Night's Plutonian Shore

ME

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

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Thursday, July 19, 2012

Not everything in this wifty life is utterly drab. There is no need to interpret my quaint soliloquy somewhat chapfallen. No, not at all. Every cloud has a silver lining.

Typing my wisdom at 23:21

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.