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Your door was always open - this time, I entered from the weatherbeaten steppes of my non-being never to leave again.
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Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 9:33 AM UTC
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Your door was always open - this time, I entered from the weatherbeaten steppes of my non-being never to leave again.
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Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 9:33 AM UTC
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