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November 27th, 2005

day 19 @ 11:01 pm

 
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From:(Anonymous)
Date:November 30th, 2005 01:18 am (UTC)

...and still, he walks, alone.

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Brushing acquaintance as he passes this way. Stands a moment to see, to feel, to taste the air, learn the stars and pass on. Spectre of Man he passes and still, he walks, alone. Glad to see you are still drawing together the strings of life that most ignore or do not see. Fond memories of the brush of your hand. And love, my heart extending. BigBearJ http://www.bearwww.com/bigbearj

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