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December 2005
During these past six months I've seen my country by the means of a tired thumb, met beautiful people, saw terrible times, re-visited the town of my birth, gained the love of a mandolin, burned memories, dreamt of beautiful things, sang sad songs to pretty girls and clapped my hands on the street corners for change.
One of these days I'll sort it all out. I'll finish an album without slapping an apologetic "demo" or "EP" on the cover. It will be a good day for which the sun will shine and sure as anything - the cycle will start right up again.
4:49 PM
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