Cheltonia's children cry... Time flees, 17 years, 19, a blink just, a second, a fate - and not a bad one at all actually. Possibly, maybe even likelt just one out of an infinity, there possibly, maybe even likely is an infinity of infinities. There for sure are strange harmonies, breathtaking beauty here in this ice cold world, in this wild, ever untamed experience of being here. Time flees, tempus fugit.
