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Aug 2014
Like ships in the night.Transition+ motion.
Dreadful.
Seasonal waltz to slow dirge a cooling..

We are all motion driven by emotion elated or sad.

Ecstasy come calming. Reality comes calling in pretty paper or cheese cloth shroud.

Ashes..Ashes
We all fall down.
Geno Cattouse
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Geno Cattouse  california
(california)   
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