Day 1 and other
"Everybody's talking at me, I don't hear a word they are saying. Only the echoes of my mind. People stop and staring, I can't see their faces. Only the shadows of their eyes. I'm going where the sun keeps shining, through the pouring rain. Going where the rain suits my clothes. Banking off of the northeast winds. Sailing on summer breaze. Skipping
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