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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
At Sea
When I wake up to the warm first light, I often question myself and reevaluate life. Did I have to? Should I be? You could be me, I could be you. We could switch places, if we were meant to. But that's not to stress, that's not to think about. We all are swimmers, we all swim.
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