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I write like I talk, what can I say.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Its Like I've Always Figured
a week till I go home...I practice violin everyday. My fingers hurt from playing. Which is how I know. It's how I know my heart is still in the land of enchantment. (watch out dusty winds may exist)
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