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Sunday, December 31, 2006
Wet Dirt (from "The Journey Of The Spirit")
it is raining on this desert tonight
and I am a memory - a chapter from my childhood. you see, often my parents would yell at each other... it would be unbearable. to escape them I would go outside. sometimes it would rain and it would cover me. as a child it was hard growing up with them. it was difficult to listen to their voices and their frustrations with life. but my life is not a result of theirs anymore. I have grown into this man, and I have moved beyond the memories of them. as this storm passes through, I will tell you this: tonight this is only rain and a memory entertained by a quiet evening of my own design.
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