We used to live in a place called FACTORYTOWN. One word. No breathing inbetween.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Enough to make you.
Tonight I expressed some frustration. Tonight my mother told me a story. Three months before Lady bowed her head, and took her leave, she met with a man. He was the third man below the Dalai Lama. And to her, he said:
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