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There are no forgettable moments from forgettable places in forgettable people

I look within the mirror and there are no forgettable faces

Mankind is scattered over the Centuries like crops over the fields. The Forefathers who's faces you find on yourself. 'Tis a heritage of tender loving care, of recognition and acknowledgement. Not in your name but in your blood. A sacrificial blood just for you. They are no longer but they are alive. Within the Secrets of Time. As ashes, but the ashes which has ignited and gone ablaze. And gave to me the flamboyant secret transection there to see and find myself.

(Lea K 29 Apr 2014)

L Patrik W Johansson english version 2 May 2014

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