----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- count the miles, one by one... the same-old, same-old; crushed beneath work and school and the unbearable lightness of wanting to be ... but i did write and then I dreamt of writing... the dream was better than the reality ...but it gave me hope this morning: fog ... set to give way to more sunshine ...and the uncurable desire to hit the road, jack and not to come back (no more, no more) 9:25 am - 03.11.03
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