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Some haiku, already a few weeks old:
Mountain thunderstorms:
Thor battles nighttime raiders.
Tent still smells like feet
Sitting with face bare,
alone in peace and anger,
my friend supports me.
Sagebrush, rushes, mud.
Life like a river running,
still going downhill.
My left hand, empty,
reminds me, too late, that I
forgot the lens cap.
My depth rod cracking,
broken halfway up. But still,
the bitch deserved it.
November 4 2006, 06:40:10 UTC 5 years ago
2. we need to have ice cream. because i miss you, and ice cream in the rain is the best.