Friday, August 22, 2008


Nineteen is a moment for reflection:
Instead of rushing on, one stops and waits.
Now one contemplates a range of fates,
Even some quite likely for rejection.
The future is a vista, vast and teeming,
Eloquent of latitude and choice.
Eventually, one must find one's voice;
Now, however, there is room for dreaming.
- Nicholas Gordon -

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