Just to say: thank you dear readers, for your comments, for your friendship..and for helping me killing time, so that I might remember that time before time, where our steps used to rhyme,and see the blue of distance within and without.
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Maybe it was Fate. It doesn't matter. If there are departures there is also a return of what is lost. The circle is broken-which means we can step in, and we can step step out. Which means there is a me and there is a you (volo ut sis). It drifts away like a dream, like the fading of your picture on the silk. But this much is real: what is distant is also near; what is near is also distant.
Nothing left but this screen before me, like a mirror. But when I look at me, I shall think of you.
Take care,
