THE MAKERS GIFTS OF LOVE GIVEN ACCORDINGLY AND UNDESERVED UNTO DAMAGED GOODS AS RISE FROM THE FUTILE SLEEP
WITHIN THE ASHES OF MEDIOCRITY, I WEEP WITH JOY FOR SLIGHTED BITS OF BRIGHTNESS THAT CAN GLOW WITHIN THE AFTERGLOW.
AND THEN I KNOW WHO I AM AND WHERE I'VE BEEN.
