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name: will baker
dob: 3.15.1974
age: 31
height: 6'1"
weight: 240 lbs.
race: caucasian
birth: joplin, mo
residence: san antonio, tx
high school: john marshall
college: utsa
occupation: i.t. manager
religion: anglican christian
sign: pisces

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somewhere else
2004-08-31 : 9:55 a.m.

Somewhere else, a herd of caribou shift suddenly and race across a darkening plain.

Somewhere else, two bodies find each other in a darkened room.

Somewhere else, the streetlights shining in through her apartment window make her restless at 2 AM.

Somewhere else, the lights come on in a tiny bar.

Somewhere else, rain is falling, washing a vast expanse of cement as clean as rocks on the shore that saw the first sunrise.

Somewhere else, radiation leaks into the tropical night.

Somewhere else, I�m rushing down a concourse to catch a departing flight.

Somewhere else, a modem squeals in the confines of a hotel room, a traveler checking for messages from other travelers.

Somewhere else: not Freud�s tired old Other Scene, but simply what I long for most. A place where there is no place, seeing the world without perspective, clear and empty, a lens through which every beam of light shines. Somewhere else, we are together in every moment at once, seeing each other, not living out old arguments, not needing each other to be our Mothers, our Fathers.

Somewhere else, we are not afraid.

Somewhere else, I am not worried about tomorrow�s meeting.

Somewhere else, she is not lonely.

Somewhere else, they are not hungry.

Somewhere else, we are all moving, calm and simple, soft and clean, finding each other.

Somewhere else, my hand grips yours as the engines roar and the plane lurches toward flight. Somewhere else, we don�t need anything else from each other.

And the sun is rising.

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