You know how when you see a prism, spinning in the sun, and how the lights are sent out in ten thousand directions, constantly changing, forever remaining the same? Well this blog site is like that, only those beams of lights, at least the ones I see, are my ideas. It is these ideas, embedded deep inside my head that we will be typing about.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Quoting Ms. Garland
"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."
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