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I was thirteen when I realised that my life had absolutely no meaning at all. That in itself was rather astonishing, since most people don’t realise that until life’s halfway over, and I was young. But what happened next was even more amazing. I fell in love.
I fell in love with a dream. I’d like to say that I dreamed my dream on a violent stormy night, with lightning crashing and thunder booming, or on a balmy summer’s evening surrounded by fireflies and loving whispers. But it was just an ordinary night, like any
I look forward to your texts. If you're friends with Morg you must be an interesting person... (hope that doesn't boost yet more her self-esteem
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"The general consensus in our class is that Plato thought too much." (N., British high school student)
Morg indeed seems to rub off on people. Not only don't you resize your pictures, just like her, but you are also on-and offline almost at the time she is, which suggests a very interesting synchronism, worth further exploration...
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"The general consensus in our class is that Plato thought too much." (N., British high school student)
What? I did resize it. And we're sometimes on at the same times because we talk on msn a lot.
The pic still looked big - it must have been huge. It's very nice, and very impressive for your first deviation. If you mould words as beautifully as those tree-fingers...
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"The general consensus in our class is that Plato thought too much." (N., British high school student)
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