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Mar 2014
Staring out the window
completely lost in thought.
This is something nobody
inparticular can be taught.

Such a feeling of autonomy
only exists in the mind
and even then we know
how much we are confined

to our little cell of thought.
Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr
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Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr  My Home Is Wherever I Go
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)   
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