Day 9

We are at the stage of life and mind that is meant to be. "Something's happening to me day by day." It is the center of reference for viewing life around us. "My pebble on the beach is getting washed away." We passed by the near-forgotten closet door of futures spent. "I've given everything that was mine to give." We make our blog to be obscurity's impediment. "And now I'll turn around and find..." Designed as a revolving account of days' fait accomplis. "That there's no time to live." The back lit obit of bitter wit, our sad living omnibus.

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