i've still never been to the lost coast; a busted clutch and three, count 'em three self-destructing tires [ we're talkin' six inch gaps in the sidewalls ] conspired for a full week to keep me just out of reach of that wildbriny wildness. but we camped in the "mini-appalachia" with back-to-the-landers just outside of whitethorn and slept on a futon
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But you can't tell the women from the men sometimes
They're sugar and spice and everything nice
But when you get em home ain't no telling what you find
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did you get my ridiculous, i've been driving for twenty hours singing message?
how about you come to tucson and live in one of the spare bedrooms?
yes?
i love you.
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how could i have not gotten that message? it was easily one of the neatest things to ever happen on a cellular phone. i KNEW it was you despite the naysayers...basically i loved it to bits. give me your address is tuck-son, i'm in a lettery/tapey/care packagey mood lately. especially for you who i miss more than most. my friend sarah lives in arizoney but i think in prescott. she has a tattoo of native grasses on her leg and is neat, if you happen to meet her. now i'm just rambling because i miss your face. we'll meet again one of these days. i love you!
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love
stascha
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but i like it.
i hope you're doing well.
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