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Primrose Lane

May 5, 2006

The sun finally appeared today, graced us with its warm and shining face. I had slid way down, tired of people,their lies and subterfuge,the weary world having its way with me. And how many broken hearts and how many times can my heart be broken before I give it up and go away? I’m not special, I know, and no one else is immune any more . We all stumble through, masking, afraid, illumined and rewarded. The game is continually afoot, fire being held to everyones’ feet. Being victim of the human condition is the most tiresome of journeys, and goes along, rocky and rosy by turns. Accursed blessing, blessed curse.

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