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Can I make your ashes as solid as the air? Inner doors keep you from rising in gusts, gritting the floor from here to the garden. I put you between squash and the remains of basil killed by early frost.
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
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Can I make your ashes as solid as the air? Inner doors keep you from rising in gusts, gritting the floor from here to the garden. I put you between squash and the remains of basil killed by early frost.
charles-schubert
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
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