May 31, 2004 04:10
I’m a native with the heart of a conquistador.
I’m afraid that when I finally leave, and the watchman shouts ‘land ahoy!’, a thousand holes will line the ship walls, sinking the ship, and I’ll die staring at the land I’ll never explore.
Familiarity kills the explorer.
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i'm not sure if we're speaking yet or whatever, but i've got you added.
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