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.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
what we did
we blew balloons today. what a pretty picture with the neighbouring blocks all reflected on that tiny piece of gum-like inflation. :)
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