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talked to Woody yesterday. he said, "this land is still yours, all of it. from the gulf stream waters to the redwood forest what are you doing here, anchored? set free your soul's sail." ~ now we can go to Boone whenever we want. right now, in the middle of the night. because the world is tipping over and filling up with timeless sand, the shavings of little glass ships. we can sail away now because "i ended it with her an hour ago".
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Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 1:15 PM UTC
conversations with the past and a best friend
talked to Woody yesterday. he said, "this land is still yours, all of it. from the gulf stream waters to the redwood forest what are you doing here, anchored? set free your soul's sail." ~ now we can go to Boone whenever we want. right now, in the middle of the night. because the world is tipping over and filling up with timeless sand, the shavings of little glass ships. we can sail away now because "i ended it with her an hour ago".
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Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 1:15 PM UTC
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