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Eight hundred miles for you.
eight hundred miles for me.
what can i say?
it's not so hapless.
it's not so harsh.
i can take it.
So i sit on the porch and i listen to traffic.
i read the paper. this is water. this is wood.
this is your living room. this feels good.
Half fiction, half documentary.
i'm right on. no. i don't know.
there is distance more than miles.
but our ideas are adjoining canals.
