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| Always Tomorrow by � biidsis The winter that never came finally arrived in April and winter days became weeks and winter weeks became months and winter months became infinity. We wondered if the winter that never came, would ever end. And we wondered what does this mean and our wonderings became infinite, as well. But there is always tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, so it seems. And tomorrow i will have lime aid and a kite, i will find a hill with dandelions and wild spring blooms and tomorrow i will go there and run with the wind and fly with the Spirits who gather there. Because there is always tomorrow. bangan biidaaban |