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Monday, August 31, 2009

Somehow pattered out by Droo at 8:09 PM

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emily said...

i like this.

August 31, 2009 at 9:39 PM

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"A current under sea/Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell/He passed the stages of his age and youth/Entering the whirlpool."

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