Thursday, April 12, 2007

ah, the benefits of travel...


Foreign places help your mind to float free
And reduce you to such simplicity
You only know the words for Good night and Good day
And Please.
You don't know how to say
"My life is torn between immutable existential uncertainties."
Garrison Keillor
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