Sometimes he's not there. Sometimes I can go around pretending he doesn't exist.
But most of the time, he's everywhere.
And whenever he is there, my life plays out through every Bob Dylan song ever written.
Even this right here reeks of dear Mr. Zimmerman.
Tangled up in a twist of fate.
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Almost none of your pictures on your blog show your face.
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