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Did you ever realize that you could just get up right now and start walking somewhere far far away and never come home again? Yes are you ready? go. Come with me ok What will we bring? nothing lets go to California okay __________________________________________ we will sleep on the beach and the nights will be warm and we can walk Venice beach and see all the silly people and pretend we have money to buy things we can become master pickpockets and we will be fugitives and it will be quite an adventure someday we will comeback we will comeback when the soles of our feet are all run down and our backs our heavy with memories of the great adventure we've had. When we arrive, we'll put them in a box, somewhere far in the back of a dusty closet to be saved for a rainy day. Stories to tell our children and our children's children. And when our hands and smiles are wrinkled with age, and the time has come for us to embark on another great adventure, we'll set the old one free and hope that one day, it means as much to someone else as it did to us.
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Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 4:20 AM UTC
California, here we come.
Did you ever realize that you could just get up right now and start walking somewhere far far away and never come home again? Yes are you ready? go. Come with me ok What will we bring? nothing lets go to California okay __________________________________________ we will sleep on the beach and the nights will be warm and we can walk Venice beach and see all the silly people and pretend we have money to buy things we can become master pickpockets and we will be fugitives and it will be quite an adventure someday we will comeback we will comeback when the soles of our feet are all run down and our backs our heavy with memories of the great adventure we've had. When we arrive, we'll put them in a box, somewhere far in the back of a dusty closet to be saved for a rainy day. Stories to tell our children and our children's children. And when our hands and smiles are wrinkled with age, and the time has come for us to embark on another great adventure, we'll set the old one free and hope that one day, it means as much to someone else as it did to us.
kelsey-erwin
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kelsey-erwin
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Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 4:20 AM UTC
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