The difference between right and wrong do not lie on opposite ends of this silken thread that binds us.
Our perception shapes our boundaries, and in this no man's land of greyness we stand, each unyielding, each opposed, bearing our innermost pains like rucksacks upon our shoulders, eyeing warily the fog and the unknown that lies beyond.
Saturday, 15 November 2008
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