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A Nation founded on movement,                                  now manifest nothing more than suburbs and cement. In the beginning we came to this land, and became lost. From our civilized lives to wilderness we were tossed. Nature swallowed us, a beautiful maze of unknown trees and streams. unknown freedom and dreams. In the new millennium we find the essences of exploration spent on million-dollar homes and million-dollar corporations and                           million-dollar schemes. And so I suggest a Nationwide Event!                               Turn off your cell-phone and sleep in a tent! Our Developed Destiny has come at a cost.                               We need to escape this world of websites and car-exhaust.    So we can re-discover the beauty of being lost.
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Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 9:52 PM UTC
Being Lost.
A Nation founded on movement,                                  now manifest nothing more than suburbs and cement. In the beginning we came to this land, and became lost. From our civilized lives to wilderness we were tossed. Nature swallowed us, a beautiful maze of unknown trees and streams. unknown freedom and dreams. In the new millennium we find the essences of exploration spent on million-dollar homes and million-dollar corporations and                           million-dollar schemes. And so I suggest a Nationwide Event!                               Turn off your cell-phone and sleep in a tent! Our Developed Destiny has come at a cost.                               We need to escape this world of websites and car-exhaust.    So we can re-discover the beauty of being lost.
shanekwa
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Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 9:52 PM UTC
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