Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Sunday and Tomorrow meets...
Sunday drags on to Monday. Sunday are in two days. Sunday and Monday. 24 hours are not enough. It has to continue to some other day. It happens tomorrow is Monday. That is the day where Sunday and Monday meets.
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