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:: Tuesday, January 07, 2003 ::

30...in 10 years I will be 40. My mind flashes forward to my 40th b-day and then back to this moment as I type this. Ok, I'm freaking myself out so I'll stop.

:: Ol Man Factory 1/07/2003 08:42:00 PM [+] ::
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She looked out her plane window and saw a sprawling fabric of clouds and atmosphere... she just tried to keep her mind blank, tried to forget what she was leaving behind. All of her belongings were stowed beneath her seat. A new start, a clean slate...that was her mantra that she kept repeating to herself as she was swept away into the void of airplane sleep.

Miles away, he lay on the floor of his room, defeated... His heart in the gutter, his head in the clouds.

"Where are you now?" he said to no-one and everyone in particular.

:: Ol Man Factory 1/07/2003 01:30:00 AM [+] ::
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