18 DEC 06

How many lifetimes inland? He was a bridge--I don't know what they call it. It has a name, there to touch, to condense. To fall from the air. A stream erupts into a wide and endless river. And is he still making the bagpipes? out in the garage? Let me sing it for you. I can't get close enough to say.

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