October 23, 2008
The snow has fallen and melted, the mud from dirt to stone. Here I still wait.

The leaves have come and gone, the butterflys and flowers gone bare as bone, yet here I still wait.

Though time has passed and here I've stayed, I still know not why I wait.

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