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Edward Meinert and some random notes.

. . .I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. . .I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or, who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. . .You learn to take life as it comes at you. . .

. . .to make each day count.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

In search of a few words.

You make a plan, you modify it, you struggle and somewhere in between things change. Maybe at times you were somewhat over focused, other times aloof, but what is the point?

Posted by Edward Meinert at 6:11 PM

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