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What I see is imperfection in the eyes of Elevator. John is sleeping. John is kicking the ball. Dear Papa, why the cosmos is the cosmos. The reverence shines through my hole. The whole swimming pool was left in the ocean. Dear Papa, please tell me how to have sand.
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
A letter to my father John
What I see is imperfection in the eyes of Elevator. John is sleeping. John is kicking the ball. Dear Papa, why the cosmos is the cosmos. The reverence shines through my hole. The whole swimming pool was left in the ocean. Dear Papa, please tell me how to have sand.
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
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