Seems inevitably futile (not fruitless) . Does life have a point? it's one steady realization after the other. Yet there's nothing steady about it.
best care, sjg xx
'Moon cries at midnight
looking beneath the soft clouds,
to follow eternity.' ... . . . . . . .... loves it.
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Seems inevitably futile (not fruitless) . Does life have a point? it's one steady realization after the other. Yet there's nothing steady about it. best care, sjg xx 'Moon cries at midnight looking beneath the soft clouds, to follow eternity.' ... . . . . . . .... loves it.