Saturday, February 28, 2015


Night has fallen.  The day is gone.  Time passes.  Memories of today is turned into memories of yesterday.  And the promises of tomorrow becomes the potential of today.  It's futile to keep saying that we'll put it off until tomorrow because tomorrow is always twenty-four hours from now.  You either do it or you don't do it.  It's normally as simple as that.  We fear the clock.  We celebrate the clock.  We watch the clock.  We never watch the clock.  And in the end, we all aspire to fulfill everything that we set out to do within the limited time that's allocated to us all.  Because time tends to be unforgiving towards those who never seem to have an organized plan.
And as I'm lost in thought as the clock ticks closer to midnight, here are some photos of Laura Vandervoort.

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