A September Tarantella
Writing is a dance where the words are the music and the pen is the instrument.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
And yet,
Even death is bittersweet. We rejoice to be free of pain,
sorrow and corruption. Yet we miss those we've left
behind to carry on without us.
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