I am brewing in my cauldron something you are not to know yet. It started with an idea I had some three years back. Things seem to unfold. Am I being shoved to this? Oh well, if this is going to make me old and wrinkled, I am not going to buy it! I need resources! I need people! I need money!!! Ideas, I have plenty. Too many I have to trim them down. Well somethings are offered on a silver platter. Others are offered by the changing times. Some are fruits of dreams and imaginings, others are as real as wine. Aging it.
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| can you read my mind? |
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| you will never know... |
Ta-ta!
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