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inabox
Was starting to sound like that bit in the play, Our Town.

"He wrote Jane a letter and on the envelope the address was like this:
It said: Jane Crofut; The Crofut Farm; Grover’s Corners; Sutton County;
New Hampshire; United States of America…Continent of North America;
Western Hemisphere; the Earth; the Solar System; the Universe;
the mind of God – that’s what it said on the envelope."
 
Funny. I understand northern and southern hemisphere. But where exactly is the western one? Seems you can just keep going west, and never reach it.
[And that 'western' country of New Zealand is about as far east as one can go, and yet one can still go east.]
 
never-too-old.jpg
 
I don't know how many times the
designer of the poster actually has
uttered the word. I see the word
twice in the image, though.
 
HighJumpMoon.jpg

Ever since I can remember, I have thought it would be neat to be able to jump as high
as a person could, if he were on the moon. When I am asleep, I have dreams about
being able to jump like that.
 
I used to have dreams that I couldn't swim with a flutterboard/kickboard, but could fly. Had lots of flying dreams, but never quite bold enough to try in real life other than in a plane. Base jumping looks cool, but far too scary! And its not really flying but controlled falling.
 
My father told me that he dreamed, when he was a boy,
that in order to fly, he carried a deck of cards. In order
to keep going, he had to drop a card.

He always woke up before he dropped all the cards.
 

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