Time wasted is the truest form of death among the living, shut like a coffin in the sex-washed wind of the purple night.
Then there is purpose. Suddenly there is the surprise of new life, of a story passed on generation to generation, of a legacy.
And it is beautiful as it is "Magic".
The blog is back as the secret is out!! My wife is pregnant and I am going to be a dad sometime next April.
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