28 June 2009 – (1)
He goes where I cannot follow. Beyond seas, beyond skies, beyond mountains. He goes back and forth, future, past or a different present. A gift, a curse? I don’t know. He can’t stop or pause it. He goes where I cannot follow so I wait till he returns back home.
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