Monday, October 24, 2011

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i dont know why I am still here! I know that no matter how crooked a path I walk, you will be at the end of my trek with that smile i fear. this frigid gust blowing east that bites at my hair, all feels well, perhaps I will start heading there until I find my way back to you. its time to go!


/ / brandon

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