Tuesday, March 18, 2008

i must be content to know that the sun rises daily, and any advance into the next segregation of time is a victory in itself. I am not dead, hurt, struck down, dispairing. I am merely tired. I have reservations about things. But victory is about overcoming.

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Such a strange flower arrangement but I am contented.

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