The moth lives for just one day, and yet, you will never see it fall to the ground and curse the futility of its existence. Nor flowers weep when winter comes. Nor the moon sigh when dawn approaches. We are only ever given just so much. But it is always, all we need.
Monday, February 28, 2011
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Monday, February 21, 2011
The Unnoticed, Noticed
Monday, February 14, 2011
The Title Screen
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
The Way Glass Breaks
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
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