The first rose on the arbor, looks on at my growing garden, as absorbed as a city dweller viewing an accident across his street, through his high raised window.
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About Me
- Thought Room
- I realise that I am smaller than the smallest dust particle, when viewed in propotion to the stars up there. But that does not mean I have to be humble, how ever measly my existance may seem. My mind creates this world I live in and I am its lord. The God of my own illusion. .
Flower power
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