Bearings

Wondering who the pilot is and where is he taking me to? Through landscapes unfamiliar, across sand and seas which all look similar, down in the valleys up back alleys along the streets of destiny where I am looking back at me, I wonder who this pilot is. In this maze of throw-aways, take-aways and…

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March ’87

Eating at High-Tech Burrito just outside of Sausalito and enjoying the Californian air. Listening to the news about poor Dino as I sip a cappuccino, not a care in the world and the sky is oh so blue. That sounds heartless, but there’s nothing I can do ‘the boy’ is gone…

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