Under the rug
Life in a skewed vision as a time capsule.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Do you ever notice the times that just make perfect sense and there is absolutely nothing else that could go right? I had one of those eureka moments today. Whereas once he was a mere flutter among a sea of faces. He now glides past my office.
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