Death loves his game.
We play and bet with him.
When we are winning and his
chance seems dim,
he rolls the dice
and takes all in a whim.
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We all own a mirror that reflects the world around us. Occasionally we may see glimpses of other mirrors and by seeing realise that there are many ways to look and many ways to see. What lies between black and white, is it grey, is it colour, or is it everything? It is this contrast that give us shades and remind us... that beauty lies in the conflict between order and chaos. ( J.M.K.)
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