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2006-02-26 - 1:41 p.m. I'm dreaming about rain and green and wet gray. Salt air and misty morning and old men who try and drown themselves in paintings. I'm just going to count and by the time I'm done I'll be out of here and walking wet hair and books and drift wood beaches. I'll be big city fishing in color and guitar and soft lights in oily pavement splashes. |
