by pm.m
It was a plan ill-conceived, and worse yet, ill-fated. We both got into our dinghies and rowed incessantly until we found the middle of the Atlantic.
Then, with no supplies and nowhere to go but down, we embarked on our final journey. You may call us foolish, but at least we traveled together.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Separation Anxiety
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