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love, just come home again. Just let this one pass, there will be another. And this after before the
pain. Every deliberate hangs by my left hand. Those eyelids and this warm water floods my nostrils. Neck deep, i cry high.
Together we sleep, slouched discolored porcelain. Dreaming of those elucid moments when smiles hang high. Limbs outsretchded
schwinggg.
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What's New?
Here I might add an entry whenever I make an update to my web site. Where appropriate, I'll include a link to the change.
For example:
11/1/01 - Added new photos to Vacation Album page.
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