VII

"Without the skin, beneath the storm, under these tears, the walls came down.  And the snake is drowned, and as I look in his eyes, my fear begins to fade recalling all of those times.  I should have cried then, I should have cried then.  And as the walls come down, and as I look in your eyes, my fear begins to fade recalling all of the times.  I have died, and will die.  It's all right, I don't mind."
-- Tool, H

Anna and I created images to commemorate my seventh year today. Thank you.
These mean more than words can describe.  

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