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An attempt at free flow. Tell me what you think please? |
| My Loss If you compere my life to yours can you discern the differences? The precise scheme that propelled us to our seperate destinations. Yours was the triumph. Mine was not. I never stopped to examine why I let opportunities stream away like precious liquid sent to irrigate the desert. Now, if I dare to look backwards would I realise the chances that I failed to grasp? And if not, why not? My inertia. My loss. |