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2004-12-12 - 10:17 p.m. It's all in the same postcard. wandered around on a hill a few hours ago, high as a kite, thought that I was a child and ran for an hour, just about a full hour, to know where, anywhere, it didnt matter I was content, I was smug, I was blissfully confused, not going no where, not going anywhere, but ended up home. Was it that I was tired, or was it that where all the arrows lead: home? |
