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January 01, 2007

Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth With Money in My Hand

This hill daunted me before; I avoided it, thought it better to go around.

The burn in my lungs is nothing because it is real, reasonable, and localized.

There is an easier to ride from here to there, but the way is more difficult.


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