Crescendo holds tight, a sweet song of destiny plays in the background and the state of the heart quivers at the moment. One line follows another and then the next thing, they come flooding back with an iron will of certainty and promise. All the waiting and anticipation finds itself staring clearly into the reality of the moment. Of a mark that will last forever, from this point on, split across two, head long into the future.
Tuesday, 1 May 2007
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Elemunk scrambles the loose connections bouncing about the mind of Soon Van.
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