now_you_know fyn gula In the morning fog your day begins with disappointment. a promise broken? a prick from a thorn hurts only for a moment, yet infection wil come if you don't clean the little wound. what we possess of this fragile life can disappear in the seasons of our neglect and what doesn't really belong to us we can't have unless it is given. 000324 what's it to you? who go blather from