THE DAYS ARE LIKE LEAVES WAITING TO FALL.
THE PAST LIES IN THE SHADOWS OF OUR LIVES. IT IS ENDLESSLY PAITIENT, SECURE IN THE KNOWLEDGE THAT ALL WE HAVE DONE, AND ALL THAT WE HAVE FAILED TO DO, MUST SURELY RETURN TO HAUNT US IN THE END.WHEN I WAS YOUNG, I CAST AWAY EACH DAY UNTHINKINGLY, LIKE DANDELION SEEDS COMMITTED TO THE
WIND, FLOATING HARMLESSLY FROM THE HANDS OF A BOY AND VANISHING OVER HIS SHOULDER AS HE MOVED ONWARD ALONG THE PATH TOWARD THE SUNSET, AND HOME. NOTHING WAS TO BE REGRETTED, FOR THERE WERE MORE DAYS TO COME. SLIGHTS AND INJURIES WOULD BE FORGOTTEN, HURTS WOULD BE FORGIVEN, AND THERE WAS RADIANCE ENOUGH IN THE WORLD TO LIGHT THE DAYS THAT FOLLOWED.
JOHN CONNOLLY 'THE BLACK ANGEL'
THE PAST LIES IN THE SHADOWS OF OUR LIVES. IT IS ENDLESSLY PAITIENT, SECURE IN THE KNOWLEDGE THAT ALL WE HAVE DONE, AND ALL THAT WE HAVE FAILED TO DO, MUST SURELY RETURN TO HAUNT US IN THE END.WHEN I WAS YOUNG, I CAST AWAY EACH DAY UNTHINKINGLY, LIKE DANDELION SEEDS COMMITTED TO THE
WIND, FLOATING HARMLESSLY FROM THE HANDS OF A BOY AND VANISHING OVER HIS SHOULDER AS HE MOVED ONWARD ALONG THE PATH TOWARD THE SUNSET, AND HOME. NOTHING WAS TO BE REGRETTED, FOR THERE WERE MORE DAYS TO COME. SLIGHTS AND INJURIES WOULD BE FORGOTTEN, HURTS WOULD BE FORGIVEN, AND THERE WAS RADIANCE ENOUGH IN THE WORLD TO LIGHT THE DAYS THAT FOLLOWED.
JOHN CONNOLLY 'THE BLACK ANGEL'
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