Thanks to all my friends who wished me on my birthday. All your wishes are earnestly appreciated. I read the book of birthday as time travels tenderly toward the horizon. The faint light lining the horizon tells me there is a world there beneath the eye. It is trying to burst into my vision but the twilight impedes. Life in its transient colours, fleeting beauties and unhappy happiness, never to be disowned--- I read these shades in my book of birthday. It is difficult for passion to settle down in this world. Let me get along with my years of calm on the page where I find all your names and the passionate alter-world of the evening that evens out.
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