A lifetime can be likened to a lonely beach of sand. a stranger makes a mark one day, an imprint of a hand. As time goes by the beach once clear is now a cluttered field of memories and keep-sakes of the ones that we hold dear. Time does its best to wash away remembrances of those the ones we never meant to meet the ones we never chose. But as through some odd twist of fate these are the ones we cherish. The time we spend with these such friends, will never, ever perish. Goodnight my neighbour, sleep in peace. Ally