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Second chances.

I saw life pass me by in slow motion today.

Kind of like rain falling in layers across a green mountain in the monsoons. This one experience, quite exactly the opposite in the beauty of it all. Not that it has happened for the first time. This one being the second, made me pause and think about hope that past promises and dreams can be fulfilled in the time called tomorrow. Not all of us live second lives.

Hoping the rain falls tomorrow and its prettier that what it was today - for real.  
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P. said…
The rain tomorrow will be even more beautiful. Capture them in droplet pictures, my friend.

June 9, 2013 at 3:42 PM
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