Wednesday, July 23, 2008

And I said, pass, pass,...

And I said, pass, pass, pass, that which passes through, that which revolves on that perpendicular hill. The vision of the freedom of eternity was mine forever. The chipmunk ran into Watson(?), a butterfly came out, it was simple as that. Birds flew over the shack, rejoicing, they had a mile long patch(?), a sweet blueberries all the way down to the timber line for the last time, I went out to the edge of the lightning gourge listen

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