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12-24-2008, 05:41 AM
I slipped into rapids.
And the only thing keeping me from going under was my arms holding onto a bridge until I was rescued. Blah.
The color of the sala flower reveals the truth that is... To flourish is to fall. The proud do not endure.
Heaven or Hell, Let's Rock!
Like a passing dream on a night in Spring. The mighty fall at last, to be no more than dust before the wind.
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