Drumster's Den Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead – Bukowski

4Aug/091

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I still remember that evening over Coober Pedy. The sun setting against the backdrop of a lazy mining town with a hundred dimly lit homes bracing themselves to see through yet another night. We were weary travelers back then... It was one of those evenings when life couldn't get better. I long for that evening. I long to be that weary traveler again.

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  1. missalister
    August 5th, 2009 - 23:34

    Weary in this aspect, in this pleasant snapshot, is nice : )


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