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What if age reverses


its steps, and reduces you


to a mass of grey?

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Nicole Braganza said…
Someones been reading a lot of science fiction.
11:39 PM
Roger Stevens said…
Wow! Your work's coming on. Getting into minimalism? Lovely stuff.

It's not science fiction so much as rocket silence.

Meanwhile, why not download a song on my blog?
6:23 PM
iamnasra said…
How true .. a masterpiece
1:25 AM
Monami Roy said…
But hasnt time told us always to shred, always to reduce, and always to loose in the gray?

\m/
3:17 AM
Russell Ragsdale said…
Time does do that the other way!
12:06 PM
Ekta said…
oh boy...that sounded depressing!
6:35 PM
Reeta Skeeter said…
scarrryy!!
reverses or accelarates?
11:45 AM
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