Once in a great while
Once in a great while
we breathe the same air
we stand at the same ground
we watch the same people
Once in a great while. . .
we’re somewhere in between
close yet not so near
I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.
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