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RE: PortmanTuesdays #26
For what are fireworks but glimpses into the short and futile bursts of life that we are as to the old ones
For what are fireworks but glimpses into the short and futile bursts of life that we are as to the old ones
And the bang are echoes of the chuckles eons past. A reminder of how fleeting life is.
Yet, like the nimble footed goat, life, seeks higher and higher goals.
Always chasing after the next best thing, such hedonism, such joie de vivre!
Joie de vivre, was indeed the name of the first one I tamed. She lived for it, till she died
Ach! What a shame! I, at least, hope she lived to the fullest!