Friday, April 08, 2005
Fate
Outside my window, three hares indulge in a reckless chase, whilst the clouds conjure a thunderous storm. Soon, the hares will be soaked by merciless rain, their burrows flooded with filthy water. But then, I guess, they are accustomed to the whims of nature. Tomorrow will be a new sunlit day again. Tomorrow they will build their homes again.
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An exercise in detachment perhaps?
nah, no attachments to detachment :)
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