Sometimes I wonder if this place is fated to be the blog that never dies because every time I think it is on it is final gasp it is revived.
Never as it once was but always more than a shell.
This is where it began and maybe if it ends it is what will kill the rest.
Or maybe not.
Maybe this part of the long slumber and in time a new dawn will break and things will move forward again.
I kind of like that thought.
"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'." — Groucho Marx
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