Now that the dust has settled, the storm is over and the rain has stopped, let’s sit down, pour some wine, and raise a toast, to our estrangement, before we part our ways, for shortlived are such moments in life when we are relieved to have failed, I know that a storm will hit us soon, the air will get moist, and we will be hurt, once again, before we realize the vanity of it all…

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