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Location: Fort Wayne, Indiana, United States

I would make of myself, a place where the self is not.

23 June 2005

I'm back. I walked down to visit Greg today, damn I didn't realize how spongy he was/has gotten; or how unnattractive. We sat and talked for a while, it's amazing how absolutely nothing has changed. The same people are doing the same things, at Greg's the same crap was even sitting in the same place on the porch. It's wierd! There are some things though that I didn't realized that I missed. Walking down the street and suddenly smelling pine trees; actually smelling them because before it really just kinda faded into the background of all the other smells. Or hearing birds, because I haven't heard real bird song in about 10 months. Or (and this was odd) going to the grocery store and seeing no fresh fish being sold. And squirrels, there are squirrels. Okay so writing it down doesn't properly express the wierdness of it all. Gotta go Mom's Home

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