I wish I could seal some of my thoughts in plastic bags. I'd store them away like left-overs until the time was right to post them. I guess that's one reason to keep a real notebook. Today I thought of two perfect lines, but can't seem to complete the thought.
I left Alison at the airport and didn't know what to do with myself. It's strange to be in the house by myself. So I was thinking when the lines, "You're my reference point. It's hard to shoot an azimuth when you're gone."
I just feel like if the weather was right in my head, I could write something cool with those. So I'll jot 'em down, and use this post as my Ziploc.
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