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November 5, 2012 by Wayne.

I was thinking maybe at the end of it all we could get on a plane to somewhere people speak in languages we don’t understand and we could sit in a cafe and spend our dwindling cash reserves as the rain pours on to the streets outside and coats the sky in a shimmering greyness that cast shadows everywhere except inside this cafe right here just shining and glowing with waitresses smiling and asking hi is everything okay today? and we wouldn’t understand a word but we would nod back and flash our yellowing teeth and then perhaps we could stare out and think about what we left behind and wonder if it was worth it.


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