“What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” Jack Kerouack.
Friday, July 10, 2009
A horse with no name
Once upon a winter
A photograph sits dusty on the shelf For now this photograph will have to do The winter’s here and I sit by myself I dwell alone, on frozen thoughts of you
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