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What's done is done

People come and go.

Its inevitable - a lot of people come into our lives, stir things up a bit and then leave. Sometimes we welcome it, sometimes we don't.

What's done is done. And regardless of what I do, it always takes two.


Blame It On My Youth
Jaime Cullum

If, I expected love
when first we kissed,
blame it on my youth.

If only just for you, I did exist,
blame it on my youth.

I believed in everything
Like a child of three
You meant more than anything
You meant all the world to me.

If, you were on my mind,
all night and day, blame it on my youth.

If, I forgot to eat, and sleep and pray,
blame it on my youth.

If I cried a little bit, when first I learned the truth
Don’t blame it on my heart,
blame it on my youth.


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One last thing before I hit the sack.

I realize I haven't been posting as much as I want to (ha, Captain Obvious), settling for the occasional photo.

Still, I just want to give out a big thank You to the Guy Upstairs, for blessings and what I pray to be good things to come.


Serendra, on a hot, Saturday afternoon: