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Aug 2015
" I should go now quietly,
for my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep.
Where all my layers can become reeds,
All my my limbs can become trees,
All my children can become me, oh what I mess I'll leave. "
morosemelon
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morosemelon
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   Juneau
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