One day, one page, one sketch of GREAT EXPECTATIONS, published daily at 8:40 AM.

383I’ve shed bitter tears listening to broken words. But I never retreated from that opaque debility. Things do pass in time, the burrowing thoughts turn to dust. There is no insult inflicted in calling someone “happy”.


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