9/09/2010
Clawing
Clawing thru what's left of the Summer season, the chill ebbs and flows like pushing up from the bottom after you've gone too deep. I need that extra spring off the floor to propel thru the dense to open into the light. At this point I think the light will be that first set of barriers in race #1.
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get your arse up to Steamboat tomorrow and give me something to yap about, bring the rest of the kooks with you, including the Judge.
Out.
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