She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Keep driving. And don't fall asleep. Just keep plodding. It doesn't matter how slow you are going you will find your home someday. Even though you don't have one any more. Did you ever? You just make up that this is where you belong. But it's not.
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