Thursday, May 12, 2005


Picking up this and picking up that, he stumbled
occassionally. Some he would drop. Some he would keep. He
could never be sure what was right. He'd get dirt on his
shoe, but that was no matter at all. It showed him who he
was - or where he was at least. He liked it there
nonetheless. He dropped another one and keenly regret it.
Turning around to see if it was still there, he only found
the same grass and sky. Strange, he thought. He smiled and
continued to walk.


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