Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Who are you? - asked the child

- 'Myself' said the Voice very deep and low so that the earth shock: and again 'Myself', loud and clear and gay: and then the third time 'Myself' whispered so softly you coud hardly hear it and full of sorrow.

--- At least he ran into the right direction ran back (towards the lion)

--- as long as you know you're nobody very special

--- I shall see what the inside of a cloud looks like, I've always wondered...

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