Cold and Broken Hallelujah
the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen...
Monday, May 13, 2002
I keep expecting to see tumbleweeds.
I want to get out of this town. It's empty. Everyone has left and I should be gone with them... but I'm not.
I'm here.
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