Up. Going further up.
Here's a riddle:
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet,
All day I will follow no matter how fast you run,
Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
Friday, January 25, 2008
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mmmmmmm....i love my shadow. driving instead of walking, winter instead of summer, i miss it.
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