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I hope you understand thatI had to go back to the islandto watch the sun go down andhear the sea roll inand I’m thinking of you andhow things might have been
life at best, is one fleeting glimpsestand tall little sisteryou are never alone
I was born. I’m still standing. Here, there, wherever. Doesn’t really matter. None of it. We are what we perceive ourselves to be. Ergo – I perceive myself as a voice raging against a maelstrom of insanity.