The sky dresses itself in a dark shade of gray. Already it has lost control of the clouds, and gives them to gravity. Gathering, standing still, giving, scattering, varying, threatening; does the cloud know that it comes to meet such a group as we?
I told the fac. about my blog. He says he has nobody to give it to. That's what I get for assuming the worst. Are they a business or a pile of ants? I'm sure that the world will turn to a new event and I will be forgotten, as I have myself and others many times before.
"I need you now more than ever."
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
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