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::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Thursday, March 29, 2012

When I was a child (and hell, even nowadays) my parents would sing to us. . 


Love, Love, 
Growin like a wild thing, 
Growin like a sapling, 
making my heart sing!

Love, Love, 
Growin up strong, 
Help me along as I sing this song!



I think I'm starting to get it.

:)

3 comments:

  1. I don't think that I've heard that one before. However, the things our parents say over and over stick with us. I had some little sayings that I have done over the years with my kids to help them know that they are loved.

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  2. I Love Songs, So I Like Your Blog To Much.........

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