baggage's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Hope This Comes To Mind In The Future Saturday night, heading south on Orange St., in the passenger seat of a hunter green sedan, my mind altered in the sweetest of ways, and James and I singing along with Steve Miller's Swingtown as loud as our lungs and throats would allow. 12:58 p.m. - 2002-10-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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