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Monday, February 28, 2011,5:31 AM
It is strange.
It's strange how a chance encounter with a photograph that's been dug out from some corner, can remind you of how old you've gotten, of how many times the world has spun since and of how certain things will always remain out of your reach. It's strange how one little snapshot can shock your complacent world, and challenge your idea of reality.
Memories seem to burst out of a tiny frame, contained by a long, white line.
Resistance, really, is futile.
It's strange how a chance encounter with a photograph that's been dug out from some corner, can remind you of how old you've gotten, of how many times the world has spun since and of how certain things will always remain out of your reach. It's strange how one little snapshot can shock your complacent world, and challenge your idea of reality.
Memories seem to burst out of a tiny frame, contained by a long, white line.
Resistance, really, is futile.
The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start
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