December 31, 2011 10:36:26 AM
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Thom
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Tucson is now a memory and Austin is yet to be discovered. A half-moon overhead looks down on the luminous clouds taking the shape of a buffalo, while the sun not yet set breaks through to paint the mountains crimson and grey. A river twists through the hills and mountains, eager to become one with the ocean and I fly on yearning to be one with a new love.
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