Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage which we did not take, towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. - T. S. Eliot
posted by rivers @ 12:02 PM
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his goal in life was to be an echo riding alone, town after town, toll after toll, a fixed bayonet through the great southwest to forget her, she appears in his dreams but in his car, and in his arms a dream could mean anything, a cheap sunset on a television set could upset her, but he never could
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Dan, every time I come to this site, the internet tries to sign me in to some kind of NET passport thing. I think you need to find a new way of posting pictures.
PS. Post a new blog already.
Come on!!
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