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solitude travels the vastness of the deep boundless funk

Monday, March 15, 2004

He once thought that all are like trout going against the current,
Arriving at whatever the destination that they desire...
But he soon realizes that he is not a trout but a leaf,
Held at the mercy and the will of the raging unceasing river...
But the leaf holds on to the one and only thing that keeps him from drowning,
Every river eventually leads to the great deep sea...

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