In these economic times, charts like the one here can seem like something to fear... but find out what this one is all about in this month's Blender Ramble
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Had I Known
- never_enough A little knowledge can be a crucial thing... I empathize with that feeling of not knowing that something was the last of its time.
