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This road trip of mine has run out of gas and of guts and if there ever was any glory it would be running from the house right now. But there was none and none has passed to stop and ask and fill the can of worms one last time before we ask with dread: Isn't this enough now?
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 7:01 AM UTC
Enough Now
This road trip of mine has run out of gas and of guts and if there ever was any glory it would be running from the house right now. But there was none and none has passed to stop and ask and fill the can of worms one last time before we ask with dread: Isn't this enough now?
greg-fullard
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 7:01 AM UTC
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