The summer's flower is to the summer sweet.
But to itself, it will only live and die.
Friday, August 12, 2005
Drone
A post written and re-written and written and re-written again, yet has not a single word of content, but contains so much so that it's over-bearing. Silence. Such loudness. Hmm, but there's never be silence at all.
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