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a canyon has words too
much more than echo, echo.
Sunday, August 23, 2015
I sleep with two cats one hardcover book and at least three extra pillows so that when I am struggling up out of a nightmare I am guaranteed at least one thing will be pressing itself awkwardly into my side
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