When I come home after staying out late, I sometimes see the moon, blurred by thin clouds, and hear the owl that has taken up residence in our backyard. It's times like that when I find an entirely different world looking back at me. It makes me wonder...Or, really, maybe I am just a very young crackpot. It happens!
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~The beginning is the word and the end is silence. And in between are all the stories. This is one of mine~
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