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Thursday, April 07, 2005

Narrow Daylight.

I stood there in the salt spray air
Felt wind sweeping over my face
I ran up through the rocks to the old
wooden cross
It's a place where I can find some peace

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posted by voyeur @ 4/07/2005 04:21:00 AM