Life is an insignia, an imperfection, a story that has only one saga to be confided. So pen it wisely & if you don't like it, you have always got a chance to erase and rewrite.

Now and then sprays of rain flew over and misted our faces. Every time I refused to wipe away the wetness. It made the world seem so alive to me. I couldn't help but envy the way a good storm got everyone's attention.

If you are willing to turn a blind eye, then you must be prepared to allow injustice to pluck out the other one.

Written By Ralph Harlow

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