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Thank You for Making Noise


I find myself thinking a lot about a song from the band Pulp called Something Changed. It's certain lyrics that keep playing itself in my head: "when we woke up that morning we had no way of knowing that in a matter of hours we changed the way we were going, where would I be now if we never met?" the great theme is chance. Chance, the wonderfully unexpected, the "perfect day" . Don't we all live for this? I know I cherish these occurences. Sometimes your life just changes from something that is so far from your radar and it is good. I hope for more of these and can't wait till the next one.
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