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Tuesday, 12 February 2008

Life's rich tapestry

I find myself keen to take to the skies and leave the past perplexing weeks behind last night when Fatin appears, puts on a smile on my face and made me breathe in the good air that has always been hovering around but was disguised in an unpleasant kind of existence.

She might just have the sixth sense because this is the third time I hear her voice or find her writing me a text message when the day is knackering and the weather is taxing.

Her presence is like icing on the cake.