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Thursday, September 23, 2010
Never met a girl like you before.
It's easy to be an artist, it's hard to make art.
You are all gravitating away from me, I can feel it. This is the stuff books are made of. Isolation, despair, love, loss. All of it, every moment. Montana beckons. The mountains I see in the pictures, they will love me.
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