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diving into shadows
he disappears
again...damnit *whah wah

pops up in antarctica
what the?
oops my bad.
Took the wrong shadow I guess. Where are those good for nothin' maps anyway? Maybe it has something to do with what time of day it is, I feel that morning sitting on a rock would bring me to Arizona, noon on a hammock beneath the trees probably to Hawaii, at night...anywhere.

I love the night.