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Friday, September 30, 2005

Worth a thousand words

Avram Mirsky at 4:56 AM

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Anonymous3:10 AM
Fantastic - thank you, that made my night!
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Avram Mirsky: I have crossed a thousand bridges in my search for something real/ There were great suspension bridges made like spiderwebs of steel/ There were tiny wooden trestles and there were bridges made of stone/ I have always been a stranger and I've always been alone/ There's a bridge to tomorrow there's a bridge from the past/ There's a bridge made of sorrow that I pray will not last/ There's a bridge made of colors in the sky high above and I think that there must be bridges made out of love - Milton Nascimento

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