Tuesday, May 22, 2001

All things come to an end, eventually.

"It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine."

That's about the only line of the song that applies, but it applies well.

These probably means more, I'm looking forward to the new journey even though the preparation is bloody tedious.

From the north to the south, Ebudae into Khartoum
From the deep sea of Clouds, to the island of the moon
Carry me on the waves, to the lands I've never been
Carry me on the waves, to the lands I've never seen
We can sail, we can sail, with the Orinoco flow

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