“Whatever we are, whatever we make of ourselves, is all we will ever have—and that, in its profound simplicity, is the meaning of life.” Philip Appleman
The crickets chirp, a chorus in the night, A symphony that's played since time began. Another year, a candle burning bright, Reflects in eyes that once chased fireflie…
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