We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
sweet & sour fish
swwet and sour fish has taken on a new meaning today after my grandmother mourned the death of two of her carp and asked me over for sweet and sour fish in the same breath.
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