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- 11.11.02 - 21:34 And so I saw the Mississippi for the first time. It certainly was nothing to be "found cuffed to a bed, with a rag in your mouth and a bullet in your head" like the ocean is. But it was something, I suppose. Something for someone. It was smaller than I thought. But perhaps that is only because our subconcious is filled with the dreams of the delta, not of Dubuque.
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