Monday, March 01, 2004

The tides of sadness are like the falling of rain. The first few drops have you running and hiding under shelters. Then it just engulfs you and entraps you in all its melodramatic fury. The sun always comes out after every rain, and you will walk again out in the open without hesitation, until the next downpour that is.


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