Every time I ride the Sheppard Line, I'm always wondering what kind of people ride the subway. Are they like me? Do they like me? Could they like me?
Friday, April 24, 2009
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Life is a tapestry filled with the threads of time. Time is everchanging, a stream endlessly flowing towards the ebbs of eternity. Life travels either with it or against it. Those too indecisive to choose either will drown.
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