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[Jan 7th, 2:07pm] |
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And the days go by... Like a strand in the wind... In the web that is my own... I begin again Said to my friend, baby... Nothin' else mattered
Stevie Nicks. I don't care how old this song is or if Lilo had covered this. But seriously, it's one of those songs that I would love to be played during my own funeral. And there is no one like Stevie Nicks...
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[Jan 5th, 12:20pm] |
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| Chapter Thirteen |
[Dec 6th, 10:23am] |
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M borrowed my first edition copy of Anasi Boys 4 years ago and returned it last night. With an addition....
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[Oct 8th, 2:37pm] |
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3 days of traveling - stopping only to sleep and for food. More later. Long drives are apparently good for deep thoughts.
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