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19 July 2008
how beautiful the mountains are, but now I remember. There could be nothing more perfect than a day of lazily drifting down the river with no concept of time, nowhere to be, no goal in particular. With the cold water of the Colorado at my feet and the breeze in my hair, it's hard not to think my life would be perfect if I disappeared into the hills and never saw a city again.
♥ yours truly. ;
"And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep." --Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five