| Thinker : Dreams : Old Baggage | |||||
| I was in a military building full of rows of high school lockers. I came to a large one full of my bags. They have been in the locker for a few months. I open one to see that it is full of dirty socks and then sort the bags beween stuff I'm using and stuff to take back home. I see my brother Dave has a few bags left there, too, from a trip a long time ago. |
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First written Fri, Feb 27, 1998 Last published Wed, Jun 2, 1999 |
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