Sunday, January 3, 2016
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UNSUPERVISED Thoughts #4
Sometimes I wished I was writing fiction; but my metaphorical voyage through an unseen (but deeply felt) history and an impregnable fut...
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Sometimes I wished I was writing fiction; but my metaphorical voyage through an unseen (but deeply felt) history and an impregnable fut...
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Time is the greatest saint. It goes on and on and on to reach eternity. Nothing and nobody can stop it, slow it down, hasten it, or turn it ...
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It is a strange and silent night. The sky is hauntingly pink and empty after an incessant rain. I look at the sky and I fall in love with it...










