29 November 2008

Sometimes it happens

With hopes bubbled up. Anticipation's pounding touching one's heart. Lenses cleaned up battery charged up. Went out. I thought I would stumble on that perfect shot . Real.Life. Drama.

But 4 hours later here I am sitting empty handed. Writing because I have to . Sometimes I write to remember . Sometimes to forget.

Well sometimes it happens.

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