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marks and bruises job descriptions confused, understanding with the commonest of senses, no boundaries no fences no one in sight, PLANES! Fly overhead, jet stream, feather light, is the vapor trail visible at night?, none can see our vessel our oars, our trail, ... of gas on the wake forms a rainbow on the waves, even when we are on land, standing water to our knees, thick soft moss hides sharp rock edges under our feet, HEY! we get a three day break, no where to go, to spend nothing, to actually sleep, to catch our breath, to take another shower, the job, has power. work is the master, the *******
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
Sigh II
marks and bruises job descriptions confused, understanding with the commonest of senses, no boundaries no fences no one in sight, PLANES! Fly overhead, jet stream, feather light, is the vapor trail visible at night?, none can see our vessel our oars, our trail, ... of gas on the wake forms a rainbow on the waves, even when we are on land, standing water to our knees, thick soft moss hides sharp rock edges under our feet, HEY! we get a three day break, no where to go, to spend nothing, to actually sleep, to catch our breath, to take another shower, the job, has power. work is the master, the *******
clem-c
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
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