The story of a man
Time. It flows freely, never willing to stop at our pleading. Moments trickle by as the flood of months and years wash past, a fluid presence we simply cannot hold...
Read MoreTime. It flows freely, never willing to stop at our pleading. Moments trickle by as the flood of months and years wash past, a fluid presence we simply cannot hold...
Read MoreWell, well, well. Here we are again. I think you know the routine by now - wow, how time flies, busy busy busy, the poor blog has been woefully neglected but...
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