What would you say if I told you that we must always and forever remember to enjoy the small joys. Does the responsibility lie with Post-modernism, you ask. Fair enough. The answer is here. Right here. When the grass was still green and the sky still blue I had a house nearby the woods. Not a minute too late, I may add And here’s the gist; But something wasn’t right. Nothing like true love.
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