baggage's Diaryland Diary

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Same planet, different worlds

You know, it's beautiful outside my window. I'm playing my guitar, the lawn is mowed, and the breeze is gentle.

And yet, all I can see and hear are explosions.

12:30 p.m. - 2001-10-07

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