My earlier blog and this commentless status wall is pretty much an exercise where I stuffed notes in bottles and threw them into a vast ocean, where I hoped someone would find the bottle and read the note. But that's not really what I was doing. I wasn't stuffing notes in bottles. I was standing on the shore and shouting frantically for rescue. People came. I was rescued. And I will always appreciate that fact.
I write because I was convinced I had to write it: that seems to me a good enough reason.
It’s not my fault it didn't cause such an uproar.
When I look back at everything, its all finished, it has passed. The year is no more. I am alive. I breathe, and I moved on, so I live. Whatever ordeals are yet to come, I am alive. It will be seen, Its that clear!
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