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Finding Beauty in the Chaos
Friday, October 10, 2008
Sometimes life feels like one big balancing act. One of these days, I'm bound to slip. Until then, I'll fly.
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I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling: The notion of some infinitely gentle Infinitely suffering thing. T.S. Elliot, from Preludes
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