Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplacable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Knives and daggers

My throat is on fire.
I really cant get sick, have so much on this week.
More happy summer images, wishing the cold away.

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