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  • Finally You
    Last night we finally got wind of the new greeting card. It sounded like shrimp head or lunch pail. But those are things of profound sadness...
  • When This Happened
    her backed dropped like apples through the bushels of the outdoors. I didn't have the skeleton for it but I walked up to her and tol...
  • Little Photo
    All life is like this afternoon on your young sandy face the weight of the stars the body tasting like snow the slipcover of communication f...