Post by Reality Bytes on Apr 4, 2004 16:48:23 GMT -5
As in every flower, a person can wilt and fade or stand up high against the wind. No more shall the winds of time beat upon our doors when we open them and take time for what it is. A picture shows a moment of time, to show us the perfection of that one moment and no other. My question to life is... Why whisk away the memories of yesteryear and then regail us in awe of our own memories?