Friday, December 11, 2009

Last night I dreamed I was letterboxing. Picking my way thru an ancient cemetery looking at all the gnarled trees for a place to hide my treasure. What I was really looking for tho' was a place to hide myself. A place to lay my own body down and let it decompose until only the dried bones remain.

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