Along the River of Orange

The river of orange is a neverending one, and as old as time itself. It is without a purpose; without a goal, flowing endlessly into infinity. However, it is not without its surprises, for it has many twists and turns, drops and ascents, and sudden changes in the speed of its flow. And one can only drift aimlessly whilst sitting in his own floating tube, going along this uncertain path, basking in the orange light provided by the beautiful sunset while it lasts, and bracing himself for the night when it comes.

It may not be the most pleasant of rides, or the safest of journeys. But I couldn't have it better any other way.

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Well, I have jumped onto the blogging bandwagon. I may or may not update it regularly. It may or may not turn out to be interesting, and I may give it up and let it go into disrepair like a disused toy, if I get bored with it. But this is now, and that is later. So let's leave it to the flow of the river to decide, shall we?