"Someday I'll walk away and be free...I'll leave without a forwarding address and walk across some barren wilderness to drop the world there. Then wander free of care like an unemployed Atlas."
March 28, 2003
Words forming strange sentences on the pieces of papers lying forgotten on my table which is dusty from neglect screaming its usefulness to ears closed to the world of materialistic things...
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