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home = www.epicdewfall.ca
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| Every ten days a starving mind, finds one with mourned relief. In a portion smaller than kind, how rare is the sworn belief. |
People are the boldest landscapes, and where I fear to run. If I wake from ocean sand shapes, I must have met someone. |
