and then there is a little bit of home here, and i am floating over the bridge and there is a banking of cloud and of life. and over to the distance there is just distance, and a view to the world of things. and i am choosing things again, making choices between things that cannot be chosen. and my knee is up and linked to the rest of me, and my elbow finds a place in a triangle of sun. i am packing up a book filled with words and i am happy.
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oh em, the unspecificness of you... whats going on? i also attempted to call and came across mike who is cool. i take it youre back in the states... how are things?
love you
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