There is no beginning to a story, nor is there and ending. Story lives before you, with you and is here long after you're gone. If your foolish enough to capture some of what went on, then you have a fragment of what went on, nothing more. The story is never fully, or accurately retold. Story only reveals itself once.
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window by Richard de Dale We speak of forgotten sins to boast and pass the time, With laughter in our mouths our souls attempt sublime, Is confession the only cure for ignorant despair? A public cry for absolution fills the air, Thus man in consolation begs forgiveness fair. Picture source unknown Poetry blogger (all poetry and art work not credited is possession of this blogger)
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