G. A. S. P.

somewhere in the northwest, 4 paths crossed, each starting at various points in time and place. From this convergence emerged a common experience and amidst this madness we gasp not for air but for a chance to divulge the happiness, sadness, excitement, and fear of life.

..:: Tuesday, August 12, 2003 ::..

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