The days are longer when you don’t think about coming or going. When you’re listening to time passing and what silence means it to be.
Later, I will think about what I’ll do.
There’s another height to fall from, another changing season to take inside.
Monday, June 05, 2006
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thanks james. i'll think about putting in some more imagery...
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