Still (sur)Rendering

All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.

I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.


glee

As lifted from Keirsten:

"It seems wherever I go, people come into my life or go out of it. Touching me where I can feel, then leaving me only a memory, like the gossamere fairy tales of children easily forgotten. How do I know who I am seeing for the last time? How do you hold you life together and keep all those around you that you have ever known? How do you keep all those memories from losing their magic? So come, brush against the walls of my life and stay long enough for us to know each other. Even though we both know the longer you stay, the more I'll want you when you're gone. But come anyway, for fairytales are the happiest stories we read and great books are made of little chapters."

-Unknown

(thank you for sharing it, K - it's become a favourite)




I have found some happiness. I have found some peace.






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