Thursday, August 5, 2010
Bright Lights and Low Tide.
Like a child in the night,
new to the city's darkness,
I was born again and set free
to run wild down each street
only to find that none would take me home. (B. Knox)
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LIFE, LAUGHTER AND THE SEARCH FOR MEANING IN THE LAND OF A THOUSAND HILLS.