I can only hope this is the last time. But I know it’s not.
The deer run along the side of the train. Their beauty contrast with the dead forest. The afterlife of the trees reminds me of my life. I want so much more… Given glimpses of my potential, I might need to re evaluate the meaning of life.
Train we all ride
April 10th, 2011 · No Comments · Uncategorized
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