August 6thWhite papercuts drifting with the moon, how long will it be before you are no longer in my view and I have to go outside to be able to see you?August 6th
Other Places. “Did anything happen between you and Tom? Apparently he came to your tent around midnight...” I look away. I know exactly what she knows and what she wants to hear, so I lie to her.Other Places.
“No.”
I’m a terrible liar.
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That look on your face, so calm and confused, you’re still smiling. Another moment to add to a collection. The sunlight is fading across your eyes, and I can see you’re not ready to leave. I watch you packing y
Hope is Important Three thousand and twelve signposts, all leading to nowhere, all inevitably leading back to the start. How many you have worked your way through, by now everyone has lost count. We estimate around nine hundred, and we know that storytellers in the future will say two thousand. It may not even be relevant, for your feet started bleeding and your body ached and cried out after the first few – any more than a couple will always make a spectacularly unbelievable story. The last one indicated a journey of four thousand and eighty six miles. Destination: unknown to all bHope is Important
Temporary self-inflicted quarantine.
Enjoying The Show
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Genius ain't anything more than elegant common sense.
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"Take me the way I am."
Thanks for the support. I appreciate it.
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Ok.
Dance.
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there once was a beast, yes a fearsome brute,
who lived in a swamp made entirely of fruit...
...it seems he was a truly healthy hog,
eating only fruit and the occasional dog.
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