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Tempus Fugit

It is never too late to begin rebuilding,
Though all into ruins your life seems hurled;
For see! how the light of the New Year is gilding
The wan, worn face of the bruised old world.
---Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Modo liceat vivere, est spes...
---Cicero

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Moni said…
You are still alive and kicking?! I was really worried there for a while. I get the feeling that you are in the process of rebuilding...glad to hear it.

So glad to hear it. Happy Belated New Years :)
Monday, January 08, 2007 10:53:00 AM
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