you have no idea how many times I've come up to a computer, or driven the many arteries of this land, or simply sat and thought... and planned to write something here. Thoughts are whisps that escape too readily from the world, and although they form like stars int he dusty nebulous space of my skull, they quickly hop the first gust of wind out my
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