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Summer's Journal - Stranger In My Eyes

I finally discovered what secret Max has been hiding all these years and it's not one that should be shared ... or even posted about. All I can say is that he's a shattered soul with a million angelic and demonic voices singing in unison. If that makes sense.

He doesn't dare look into a window or mirror much for he's afraid of what he sees there. Or what he doesn't see or what is missing. He's the Bob Dylan of wanderers, sometimes coherent, sometimes ranting on in jangled words stitched together like poetry.

I know him but I still don't know him.

If that makes sense.