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Monday, August 08, 2005
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I wish i had a river. So when winter comes, i'll skate away, drawing circles far and wide. Forgotten. Noone remembers melted ice.
I wish to own a tree, i'll look at it in a way noone else could decipher and it will never betray my adoration, unlike children who forget - their aged playmates after a fresh bout of sweat.
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