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A Curious History

as the hand of fate parted the veil I awoke, on shape-shifting white cotton dreams grasping a thread of saffron history, a sparkling fibril entwined with the fingers of my hands I was incandescent with history as my fingers spread out each minute twinkle of precious memory and on every tear stained thread, the abacus calculates the measure of life in the make up uniquely me, a curious creature indeed, will one day be measured, and weighed, to be always found wanting but to a creature not of existence it will matter not

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Date: 6/6/2010 6:17:00 AM
In a way we all have a curious history, that's what makes us all different > nice one Jayne >> James
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