Friday, June 15, 2007
change; great expectations.
Back where I was, back where I am. It's the same murky green waters, the same spiky points, the same-old-same speech, the same chill of the wind. I sat on those terracotta bricks for the longest, longest time, but this time round, I didn't get to see Tom the pilot. Tom the suicidal. Tom the philosopher. Not even once. I will forget from now on.
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