I was barefoot on the table of a bar that will remain unamed singing Johnny Cash. If you look beneath the bar goo, these feet are smiling.
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- "There is only this for consolation: an hour, here or there, when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined." - Virginia Wolfe
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