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Fantasie-Impromptu, Opus 66


As you look out of the window of my entries, all you see is a saucer of pure green at one time, or snow iridescent like a pigeon's breast at another..However, if you look out of the window of my heart, you see nothing but boxes of living space or just plain black soot. I yearn for something more than just entries you see, something more meaningful than the word "blog", something more...personal. Diaries transcends all forms of communication, as what you see is what you get...the real me. But it has been transformed from a medium to facilitate communication with the soul, into a diary for publicity which always seem politically correct. It has been diverted from the original mission as an outlet for expression...Diaries are the truth; that was the cliche. But it did not represent what was in my mind's eye; after seeing through my glasses the vagueness of my entries..But what can anyone do?? All I can say now is to apologise if i have offended anybody in my entries, but i will continue writing what the truth is..

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