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[plumivy]

This place feels like the empty hallways of an old high school. I keep coming across echoing laughter, flashes of memory - all color and heat and heart. I see some growing cold or dark, but most branching off into other worlds; streaming lights cometing themselves into tomorrow. You are all amazing, intriguing and brilliant

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[anise]

i still think of you.
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shawnna lambeth ;)
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