Wednesday, July 27, 2005

The past is gone

Cycling through the morning sun, the smell of grass and distant traffic made me think that I was 16 and back at high school. Then it struck me like a fist that those times are gone. Nine years have spread my old friends to the corners of the earth, and there is every chance that I won't see many of them again.

In many ways I am more 16 now than I ever was...


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