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10:20 a.m. - Apr. 10, 2003 I want to pack a few things in a small bag and throw it in the backseat of my bug. I want to fill my CD player with happy cruising music. I want to drive towards the sunset. I want to pitch a tent and make a simple camp. I want to dance around a campfire and giggle to myself when I catch young innocents stealing glances at my naked breasts. I want to beat on drums. I want to meditate on a rock in the shade in the heat next to the water. I want to feel that cycle of goosebumps and sweat. Beautiful. I want to have marathon conversations with a certain young man that makes my heart happy. I want to watch Dragon Flies mate. I want to make silly songs about the sound of the river. I want to go, see, seek, speak, do, do not, do a little, do a lot. I've got the Fever.
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