Cherish the madness. We are only here for a little while.
Monday, July 11, 2011
At night the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east."
Does it ever.
The tired and the weary say, "beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
Goodness, it's beautiful. Good morning just east of the equator.
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