I burst out in colours; time slides effortlessly along the curved rainbow of memories that hang around me like a string of pearls around a woman’s neck. I shift to new paradigms, and into higher gears. There’s no stopping me. For seldom, what you want, is what you need. And when there’s fire, there is heat.
Saturday, 24 April 2010
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