It’s all as if words, phrases, images, syntax were small glass beads from a necklace which was wrenched from some neck and spilled on the floor and down the sides of sofa cushions and armchairs and under bookshelves. I’ve got to find all the glass pieces before i can even reorder the color sequence, and restring it and tie it tighter than before. There’s always a splendor in beginning all over. Even if it means getting on one’s knees to search beneath that bookshelf or prospecting through years of lint and ashes beneath those cushions. Then i’ll appreciate the value of each bead rather, each word and image that much more, never wasting another. And i will, i swear to myself, get it all back in time, string it all together, tighter, as i said, than before.

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“Or perhaps in Slytherin, you'll make your real friends. These cunning folks use any means to achieve their ends.”

They say that we live only once. As we become different people depending on what we go through. From the day we arrived on earth we grow, develop and change. So how can we remain as one when nothing stays the same? It’s the being in a crows nest protective and alter the sharing of stories the dealing with the hurts. Put your expectations to one side just take what you can get friendship needs no contract and it isn’t finished yet.
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彼はたばこの一箱を買いに来ただけだった、昨日の新聞のコピーかもしれない