Tuesday, August 28, 2007

 

Post No. 148

The hands of time tick on with no regard of its surrounding..
Steadfast and un-yielding... It probe forward in search of an absolution..

How much time does one have?
Patience perhapes is the answer.


















Let me go nap awhile..


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