''They are not long, the days of wine and roses:Out of a misty dreamOur path emerges for a while, then closes,Within a dream.''
Seems the best we can hope for is for things to begin to make sense...before they become a confusing mess again.I really like the color spectrum running through your relevant words.Thank you, friend.Take care. xo
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