Tuesday, 24 April 2012
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No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manner of thine own Or of thine friend’s were. Each man’s death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee.
2 comments:
Yeah, there's a way out of the mind.
I get to do this a couple of times a week.
It's not a place one should stay in though, while one is incarnate.
:)
Love,
T in J
Magic theatre, not for everybody.
peace and love T
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