People come and go, suprising me with their various entrances and exits, things come to pass or do not come to pass, but at the end of the day, it's me. . . . a good Jackson Browne song playing in the background to carry my spirits. . . and the road.
“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life." --Jack Kerouac
Oh, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free. . . .
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