Tuesday, July 20


You only live once, and the way I live, once is enough.

Frank Sinatra 

    Ever had a relationship end in such a way that you never saw it coming, but it was as if an avalanche had hit you, or a firestorm had swept over you, leaving your charred body waiting for the next breeze to blow it into a little drift of ashes? That is to me. Not anguish-wracked faces, but the shadows left on walls by a nuclear blast.
Carolie Bartol   
 
  
 

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