Sunday, September 7, 2008

4:10AM

There’s something in old and new worlds colliding.

My family.

Things are a changing. Chain gang. The old gang. Mothers and fathers and wives and their lovers. We’re all still here but one of us – none of us is quite the same? I am not - no, siree – my lot’s changing as quick as can be. I struggle to know through the here and the now, what shall become – what, why when and how.

One hundred and twenty-nine posts in, and at 4:27AM, I am finally questioning the title of this blog and what exactly it means.

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