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Wednesday, April 1, 2009

willie nelson

the line of this reality that we are always on
a specific space in disregard to cameras
the flight of an air stream down the road
that road, that goes somewhere forever
in this picture, in that picture, still travelling
Posted by mere musketeer at 12:48 AM

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