Sometimes i hate fridays. It's a running errands day for me, in part. But i particularly disliked it today as i attended to the two legal tasks that i have undertaken this year; that began some time in the summer and continue to annoy me with their never-ending procedural appendages. Bleugh!
Together, the two signify an end and a beginning, respectively. Ah, but hidden within themselves they carry a beginning and an end. Indeed it is a duality, n'est-ce pas? Life, if you ask me, is rarely discrete. Can there be a beginning without an end, or an end without a beginning? Eh?
Today i found an old picture that i bought at a fair a long time ago. It's a black and white photograph of a young couple. I always hoped to frame it someday. The day when i would find the one who understands the picture comme moi.
Guess it's time to find that frame.
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