Possibility

If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended, -- that you have but slumber'd here, while these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, no more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: if you pardon, we will mend. And, as I am an honest Puck, if we have unearned luck, now to scape the serpent's tongue, we will make amends ere long. Else the Puck a liar call: so, good-night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

Monday, September 25, 2006

Sweet dreams

It's the middle of the night, and I am way way overdue for going to bed. Looking at life through the blur of sleepy eyes, I almost feel the "flash" that so thrilled Montgomery's Emily. Poised on the brink of the future. It's time for 'adieu's and time for 'hello's, for tears and for laughter, for letting go and holding on. And for tonight, it's time to sleep.

Good night. I love you.

Possibility

Monday, September 25, 2006

Sweet dreams

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