Untitled - August 17, 2001 My friends, do not lament the loss of what never was Do not seek to remember what is best left forgotten - like so much dust to the winds Eroding and then falling into the ocean tides
Untitled - August 17, 2001 My friends, do not lament the loss of what never was Do not seek to remember what is best left forgotten - like so much dust to the winds Eroding and then falling into the ocean tides
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