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  • The Day the PC Died

    Placing my head in a bucket with a small hole drilled in the bottom, I wander around aimlessly, looking for the sense I lost in a sea of sand...one granule is what I seek...only one... That sense is really a decision to see the good in all things and is born and reborn of the choice one makes to seek...
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