Our only saving grace in being that in ignorance there is bliss.
When our time comes to go...we'll never know what hit us.
as always, wordsy "a thin trail of whispers
across a wandering mind
faint flashes of fantasy
that I often find
merely jaded shadows
of who I used to be
they fill with words, my pages
for all the world to see"
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