Constant Universe
Time embraces the outer edges of life, with so much grace in every place one goes crevices, corners abate life's quickness, it's every beat a passing memory.
Constant Universe
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Whiley | 0 | 03/18/2009 |
Cavehand | 0 | 03/18/2009 |
Ville | 0 | 03/16/2009 |
Frail Tyme | 0 | 03/16/2009 |
The Sweet Air | 1 | 03/16/2009 |
Claim On Hold | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
The Long Pond | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
Constant Universe | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
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Act Clear | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
Drawtag | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
Twist Fig | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
Baithelm | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
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Louse | 0 | 12/04/2008 |
On the Deedot | 0 | 12/04/2008 |
Liltleer | 0 | 12/04/2008 |
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Flatroom | 1 | 11/25/2008 |
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