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

512Parting has no remedy. You remain silent until you speak, and then the space in your lungs is left empty. We win a victory over nothingness. Nobody cares. If we die in proportion of the words we toss around, then our resting ground is really meaningless. Just turn the lights off before you leave.– Page read by SMARANDA LUNA.


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