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You can't fall off a mountain they say but it's difficult to hold on when the mountain itself is falling. I know this rocky heap of dirt is falling falling into oblivion; relative to what? Relative to anything! Relative to nothing! Daniel Boone is my relative. His life is spinning too, I thought it was steady, I thought it was relatively steady, but Dan's life was just falling up as I was falling down.
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