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[amandaliscious]

Late one night, when the moon shone and rain poured down on the otherwise idyllic township of Arcata, things spiralled out of control for the ladies of the double wide. Breakups, bad vibes, and large spans of time have come between these fine ladies, and now the vibes have gone sour. Nevertheless, these fine women have struggled to overcome their

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[rulesforvangogh]

Arcata is carpeted with trees so old they can remember when cats didn’t wear pajamas and mossy stones were only beginning to roll. Grains are purchased in bulk and hair remains unshaven. Cars are bumper stickered and bio-dieseled. Beaches are clean, and skies are foggy. Every time I drive there to visit my sister, I watch the old growth forests roll by in my car window, the bushy greens and grainy browns whirring passed and blending together like thick wool yarn spinning.