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the who i am today, is not the who i am to be tomorrow. tomorrow it will be the sums of all my previous todays minus bit and pieces of me forgotten and/or misplaced along way.

life is an endless passage of time; i am but a pebble being carried by the current, on course ,of course, for the end destination, wherever that may be, but enjoying the journey along way nonetheless. the life water washing over, eroding, and reshaping me daily.

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just finished Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami. an influence i am sure of in tonight's blip and write-up. read it. enjoy!

happy sunday.
L