Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Hello and welcome dear reader.

It has come to my attention that the sky is little more than a giant colour changing baloon.

I wonder what will happen when the sun melts it?
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Fatherhood

 I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...

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