12/4/11
To sail away, through meters, wind, sun and clouds. To catch the feeling and just poof you are gone! The freedom is beautiful and always there within two shoes mixed in free time. What more than to look ahead, backwards glances just to see where it was that was last stepped, and the true vision is placed on where you are going. Step out the door and sail, to wherever the hell you please, they’re your damn legs, it’s your damn life or did you forget that?
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