...and so, the son rises at dusk. Reflecting back, I realize there is not much to reflect on...at least nothing that begs my rememberance in a way that parts a smile. Too easy. Far too easy....yet nothing has been harder. Sacrafice? Duty? No...dreams...just dreams. In looking back i forgo the opportunity to create. Maybe tomorrow the dreams will be replaced by memories. Always hope...Always. Without it, the dusk would be too dark. The son rises at dusk.
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- 16 years, 7 months, 25 days ago