some days, it feels like parts of my life, loves of my life, are railroad tracks abandoned at sunset. i've traveled so many thousands of miles, so many thousands of lifetimes, hours, seconds, new cities, new beds, it's like it never even happened.
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but not "... abandoned at sunset ..."
... we know the tracks don't meet, yet they DO in the golden distance. That alone should keep us travelling ... there.
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i don't know how private a person you are, but the few entries i could see has interest me and i would like to be added. i'll add you, and you can see if you want to add me back (as, i suppose, it is only fair).
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