� | click here for flickr! 2003-02-11 belonging and tidal waves finally i left, trudging back. in shorts. through the snow. this time making it. where i found my pickup truck still parked from 2 years before. and in my pickup truck which was in desperate need of gas and oil, i watched a tidal wave that i knew wouldn't reach me. there were more details. the people on the mountain that i lived amongst. the man in my tent. the belonging. and the sadness at having left. [ previous� �|� � next ]
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