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Wave dimpled, salt crested riding a dry wind, smells a bit like cinnamon but I will not complain, I enjoy things that remind me of places I used to call home
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Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 1:45 AM UTC
Moiety.
Wave dimpled, salt crested riding a dry wind, smells a bit like cinnamon but I will not complain, I enjoy things that remind me of places I used to call home
(c) Brooke Otto
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Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 1:45 AM UTC
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