This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Friday, November 29, 2013
Very few things...
...persist.
The steam leaks out and cools. Regard diffuses into particles of once-upon-a-time. It's the way of most things, as natural as wind and water and the modulation of seasons.
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