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the cell of twenty seasons.
riddled with gusto and a nerve of uncertainty, what lay beneath was more than anyone could imagine. as the door pummeled open, a gust of wind brushed my ears and seared my eyes just as quickly as my lungs engaged it's last inhale--before pausing. like an air balloon, I rose to my feet and charged with a stance that only resistance would be pleased ( Read more... ) -
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I just had a sandwich...no, make that two!
and I loved every moment of it.
living.
xtc.
