"Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield" — Alfred Lord Tennyson
These kaleidoscopic visions.. dumbsteps.. this ensuing solitude which one day will cross me as a cherished memory, save me for now , from myself , often times from my reality.
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