All that remained was an occasional glimpse of a shadowy wraith who would laugh, but not with all his laughter, and who would cry, but not with all his tears.
Thomson, my brother, my friend, my confidant...was gone...
Brother where art thou?
But like the mythical Phoenix, Thomson in January rose from the ashes, better, bolder, brighter and more brilliant than ever.
Thomson The Phoenix is back...Long live Thomson Mason Paris.
3 comments:
lol.
I'm so proud of him...so proud...
hi anh, I have left you a comment.
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