
See that’s why she doesn't want to be with me. Those kinds of thoughts. Dark, serious, sexual, amoral. She is opposed to all. Still, I wish I had another bottle. The road is long and winding and if I had an aerial photograph I'd show you the road, bending like a river that cuts down a mountainside. I made this journey once with my father once, he told me then something I've never forgotten.
But I shall quiet my thoughts now, quiet them like slow music. Someone approaches....
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