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Sunday, December 21, 2003

Moving on

Change:
‘He had changed, and he wondered about all the things here at home that might have changed too while he’d been away. But sometimes when you go somewhere far away and then come back, the part that bothers you most is not what the things that have changed, but the way that other things have stayed the same, like you hadn’t been anywhere or done anything at all. The kids would still play ball on the vacant lot where he and his friends had played every summer. The high school band would still play every Friday night in the park downtown, and old Mrs Parker would still be waiting as the kids came home from school, to yell at them if they stepped on her flowers. All of that might still be the same, but he was different, and so nothing would really be the same at all.’ -- Taken.

All that might still be the same, but he was different, so nothing would really be the same at all.
I think…
That I’ve changed.
I’ve moved on.
We’ve all moved on.
We’ve all changed whether we like it or not.
We’ve all changed whether others around us like it or not.
I for one don’t like the changes that have been going on.

+ Flisha spoke @ 11:54 pm

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