“What is the past, after all, but a vast sheet of darkness in which a few moments, pricked apparently at random, shine?” — John Updike
WONDERING. WANDERING. WHATEVERING.
WONDERING. WANDERING. WHATEVERING.
“What is the past, after all, but a vast sheet of darkness in which a few moments, pricked apparently at random, shine?” — John Updike
GNASHING. 
Touching! So true.
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