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Thursday, July 26, 2012
On a recent evening I felt myself completely contented. Implicitly, at any rate. I have returned, full of indelible memories. These days began to point to a direction, to show that quotidian encounters with many a friend and place, could be more than random, they could be meaningful.
Typing my wisdom at 22:25
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.
