Thursday, January 19, 2012

The glass. . .

These days I never wonder if the glass is half full or half empty.  Anymore, it’s just a given.  The glass is always half full.  I don’t even bother to wonder why the glass is there in the first place.  My enthrallment lies more in what is on the other side of the glass as I try to peek around it or peer through its vague window.

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