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 Link to this image Picture size 604 x 454, created at 13/11/2002 1:26:24 PM
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11/13/02 1:36 pm Real time: Glacier Gray · So what was the question again? The purpose of travelling, ah I supposed that's not as broad as the purpose of life and should be easier to answer. So? As I am typing, cold wind is brushing my face from the glacier. I am not too comfortable. Am I enjoying it now? Not really, my fingers are numb. But many years later when I looked back at the memory of the glacier gray, it will be a different feeling. The lonesome traveler, tire of walking and crappy food, mediated on the meaning of life in front of the glacier. What a sweet memory! Time is like a refrigerator; it froze the good old things like we were young again. |
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