Untitled - July 5, 2000 Was it exuberance that I said yes to? Was it reality that I surrendered to? To travel three thousand miles for three days I have but ten months to cut strings, build bridges and find the lost amongst the living.
Untitled - July 5, 2000 Was it exuberance that I said yes to? Was it reality that I surrendered to? To travel three thousand miles for three days I have but ten months to cut strings, build bridges and find the lost amongst the living.
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