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should it lift, Even then and yet... I do not know. even if the fog of our lives, behind us, is clarity the alternate course, or is the fog a tail of sorrows, missed chances, that follows behind, the train we missed, or couldn't board, and thus tho behind us, the fog is attached in an un-detachable grasp, and we are still Blind Sided.
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Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 11:28 AM UTC
The fog that obscures...
should it lift, Even then and yet... I do not know. even if the fog of our lives, behind us, is clarity the alternate course, or is the fog a tail of sorrows, missed chances, that follows behind, the train we missed, or couldn't board, and thus tho behind us, the fog is attached in an un-detachable grasp, and we are still Blind Sided.
For Mr. Reimer, who only asks the hard questions...
nat-lipstadt
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Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 11:28 AM UTC
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