There was a day when nothing would break. Nothing that would break shattered. Nothing that would shatter mattered.
It was a common practice to forget those things that weren't worth remembering.
Being able to forget is a blessing!
I am waiting for the turn of the moment...
About Me
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- An emigrant from an ancient civilization to North America, an engineer in marketing and management, a mom of working kind, who thinks when she talks, and who likes to write. I, L.B., own the copyright to the content.
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