Objects in motion tend to stay that way. You can't waste the whole damn day loving what you need to cast away. Case in
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point, just yesterday I found a suitcase full of love letters floating down a cool brown river. Unsigned and undelivered,
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they set my mind to wandering as to the history of the unknown writer. Did she marry, did she run, was she old, was she
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young? Was her heart undone by the cruel business of loving? These objects in motion. These objects in motion. Objects in
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motion tend to stay that way... or so I learned on the riverbank just yesterday. For shortly thereafter I beheld as if in a
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dream the body of a young girl adrift beneath the surface of the cool brown water. My friends so unnerved was I by this
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cruel apparition that I let loose of that suitcase and it tumbled right back in the river. Then spellbound I watched as a
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halo of love letters formed a circle on the surface of the water right over her body and drifted away. These objects in
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motion. These objects in motion. Objects in motion tend to stay that way. You can't waste the whole damn day loving what
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you need to cast away. For from the flame of love comes the cinder of regret. Sometimes the thing you cling to most is the
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thing you'd best forget. These objects in motion. These objects in motion.
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Objects In Motion
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| Jim White |
