December 22, 2004

There are days

There are days when all I want to do is hop in a teletransporting machine and be back in the comfort of good old Washington DC...where I can bike on paths, where I can sit down at a book store and read a book, where there are books, where there are stores, where my work isn't my life.

Then I look at the sunset and the never failing bird-gathering at dusk and I think that maybe, just maybe, I can last a little longer here.

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