Added September 25, 2015

Like a freeze-dried rose, you will never be,
What you were, what you were to me in memory.

Song
The Sound of White
Missy Higgins
Released 2004 Song
Older I believe that what separates humanity from everything else in this world — spaghetti, binder paper, deep-sea creatures, edelweiss and Mount McKinley — is that humanity alone has the capacity at any given moment to commit all possible sins.
Newer On Tuesday, May 22, 1980, a man named Henry Hill did what seemed to him the only sensible thing to do: he decided to cease to exist.

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