the rain stops; the city is shrouded in mist, but the sky is something else - a thousand miles of crystal clear ice, with a million pinpricks of lights frozen in their dance across the heavens.
Sunday
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or : he could have refused to give it to her : or she could have rejected the gift, because after all, ignorance is bliss.
dude... try for this gradschool program... very interesting. It's the graduate school of the RAND corporation (wikipedia RAND). Read their whole 'experience' section of the website. Maybe you'll like it as much as i do. http://www.prgs.edu/students/profiles/index.html
...or he could have been lying when he said that no other flower would ever bring her happiness again. Easy to believe that the first time a rose dies on you.
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perhaps the answer to the riddle is to let go?
dude... try for this gradschool program... very interesting. It's the graduate school of the RAND corporation (wikipedia RAND). Read their whole 'experience' section of the website. Maybe you'll like it as much as i do.
http://www.prgs.edu/students/profiles/index.html
this post sounds more like me. :P
...or he could have been lying when he said that no other flower would ever bring her happiness again. Easy to believe that the first time a rose dies on you.
Ignorance isn't bliss. It's just sometimes better than dealing with the horrors of reality.
But only sometimes.
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