A Series of Unfortunate Decisions

I think I am still making them.

About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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2 Responses to A Series of Unfortunate Decisions

  1. Alan says:

    I’d like to think somewhere along the line I was getting something right – now and then…


  2. Pilgrim says:

    If you’re still breathing and not the Buddha then you’re still making mistakes.
    Thats kind of the whole point hu?


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