cycles are ending, and i find my self at the end and closing point of many circles. i am back near that place, where katrina rented a room from a crazy divorcing couple on the corner of pond street and centre. not far from Rachels house next to the gas station. not far from where i lived on goldsmith. all the same place only now i am here and no one else is. i had so many things to write about but i cant remmeber any of them now.
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