Never odd or even
* In the cicada's cry * No sign can foretell * How soon it must die. --Bashō
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Thursday, March 19, 2009
Sugarcoated
In just a split second, an intense fixation of someone could morph instantly into a deep-seated abomination. One might end up cursing a long-revered friend, or end up entreating an atrocious saboteur. As the
clichéd
cliché goes-- people do change.
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