Aug 07, 2005 23:23
That...was exactly the way that needed to go. That was perfect.
"And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return; we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game."
More later. I can't see to type. I think I cried out a contact lens.
S. (sniff)