I'm counting them now. How many left? One more please. To finish what I have started. To get to where I am heading. Finish the book, shed a kilo or two, have a hair cut, see what's left in the bucket. There is only enough time when things are finished. I'm not. Not ready. Let the sun set and let me see the night through. The pain will be diminished in the morning. Maybe tomorrow I will be done.
Not today. I'm not done.
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I just love this shot, Tom, there are several layers at work here in this one. Your words, though, they add such a terrific dimension to your presentation here, helping us to understand a little more about ourselves and what it is we're doing here.
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