Wednesday, March 17, 2010

795. BRAINCHILD MUFFIN

BRAINCHILD MUFFIN
We are the children of choice - as much as we are
children of chance. Cauldron philosophy such as this
should hold no hopes - neither of despair nor of
achievement. After all, it is already settled.
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I have smelled the cold Spring in the morning's
fragrant air - a so very new thing. In the
morning's cold air I have smelled a new Spring.

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