The small output of a small mind in a small corner of a very large world. Or, maybe the exact opposite...
We vainly wrestle with the blind beliefThat aught we cherishCan ever quite pass out of utter griefAnd wholly perish-Robert FrostFrom the book "In The Clearing", 1962
But sometimes you have to let it go... and hope it comes back...
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But sometimes you have to let it go... and hope it comes back...
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