Life, so fragile. The body, so weak.
The heart, a miracle in every beat.
While in every house on every street,
In every corner the cancers creep.
Our days are few and each one fleet.
A thousand loves are ours to seek.
Yet no one that we’ll ever meet
May we claim our own, somehow to keep.
All things must pass. All things must pass away. - George Harrison
Friday, August 15, 2008
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