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a gray morning in November unseasonably warm once again it is the crows domain they speak to one another, you know the wind carries anticipation the ground seems ready willing and able to accept the coming snow yesterday was a rare day I did not drive my automobile good news traveled my way one dry leaf falls floats on the breeze ****** it before it touches the earth interrupting determinism anxiety stifles happiness a goal that is realized in stops and starts a million jabillion thoughts each and every day yet we see ourselves as making rational choices information overload any idea what the mistake ratio might be ? Wednesday, November 6, 2013
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 8:05 AM UTC
i have an important call today and here i am writing
a gray morning in November unseasonably warm once again it is the crows domain they speak to one another, you know the wind carries anticipation the ground seems ready willing and able to accept the coming snow yesterday was a rare day I did not drive my automobile good news traveled my way one dry leaf falls floats on the breeze ****** it before it touches the earth interrupting determinism anxiety stifles happiness a goal that is realized in stops and starts a million jabillion thoughts each and every day yet we see ourselves as making rational choices information overload any idea what the mistake ratio might be ? Wednesday, November 6, 2013
jimmy-tee
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 8:05 AM UTC
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