Makyo in My Mind
hallucinations of the unconscious eye
The half-forgotten
Other half of my short life
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Saturday, November 22, 2003
 
I Hear Their Voices
circa 1993

I walk down a path in the woods at a camp or something. There's big fort/jungle-jim, but no kids. I figure they must be somewhere else and keep walking. I hear their voices of play in the distance. I'm not sure if I ever find them.




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