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Jan 2015
Yearning and turning towards things that we’ve learned.  Burning with fires for the things we’ve discerned.  Across the desert to the castle made of sand.  Where all the people would play games with our land.  I do not see how we are going to stand without a fight.
Toreinss Pinwinkel III
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Toreinss Pinwinkel III  72/M/California
(72/M/California)   
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