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03/09/2003 Entry: ""The Day in Pictures""
Wo and I spent the day traipsing about the woodlands and hills of our fair neck o' the woods. We went all through Mills River and the Parkway ( including a stunning visit to an abandoned fire tower ) and I managed fine despite my constant cough. Right now it's gotten much worse again, so I'm posting these as a last ditch attempt to hit the web before I cough myself out of existance, generating so much pneumal friction that my lungs in their heaving create antimatter and I blast myself into the eigth dimension with Buckaroo Bonsai...
A crystal clear creek bed, Mills River mingling with tree roots, mountain view through a hollow tree, the abandoned tower, it's steps, and a certain celestial spectacle that invites all kinds of wonderous words but does it's thing in total silence.
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