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[zeepicaroon]

Another day of work. Money was made, but no art. In the grand sceme of thins, I suppose you could call it a day wasted. But then what is art if there isn’t a life apart from it? Experiencing the sea, the mountains, food, company, awkward silences, a fleeting second of romantic tension with a total stranger, long and enduring relationships, laughing

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How far can you go into the woods?

[dgraff]

Half way and then you are coming out again.
This old joke says it.
but:
Where-ever I go there I am, I can't go away from that.