Sunday, 23 October 2011

A Little Birdie Chirped

"You lost him through his selfishness".
Deep. A sentence to contemplate atop a grassy hill overlooking nature. Thoughts flowing with the gentle breeze, warmed by calm sunny rays and sooth by happy, fluffy clouds.

Only to stop thinking for a moment when the question, "Why?" cannot be answered before resuming contemplation in a different direction.

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