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Posted by on Oct 30, 2009 in Art, Life, Photography, Random, TheOnlyCin, Writing | 1 comment

DREAMS AND AMBITION

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When I was fifteen, I wanted to be a man of few words, to be small and muscular with fine bones, to play slide guitar like Elmor James.  I wanted to be fearless.  I am thirty seven.  The page is white and cool to touch.  My hands smell of lemons.  I still cling to impossible wishes.  There is still time.

 

MICHAEL IGNATIEFF

AUGUST IN MY FATHER’S HOUSE.

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  1. Beautiful, and isn't that life?

    We all hope that there is more time for all our dreams we put aside, we ignore the fact that sometimes we have to stand still and accept the fact that today might be our last day…

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