I'm still stuck in that place called college,
I'm searching for my place in this world,
So I may as well be writing along the trip.
Shant we all?
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“We're all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on. Not forever, perhaps, but for a time. It's a kind of immortality, I suppose, bounded by limits, it's true, but then so's everything.”
--Charles de Lint
