Our Mind

Our mind is like a piece of clay.
You mould it, you shape it, you make it the way you want it.
But sometimes you cannot control its evolution.
Our mind is like a television set.
It plays images which are ambiguous and fuzzy and keeps us guessing.
When you switch off, it turns on. When it breaks down, so [...]

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Seasons

In spring he lay the seeds and watered the soil.
In the summer he caught fish and hunted game.
In autumn he dug a hole in the ground and roasted sausages.
In the winter he lay in the hole and six feet above the flowers were buried in white.
Sorry for the least creative post as I have been [...]

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