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Feb 2012
Cold air presses itself against me eerily,
but it does not penetrate my bones.
There's been a dog barking for nearly
an hour now, and this where I am.
I ; free of nothing

I have nothing to say.


It's been like this for as long as I can remember...
L Gardener
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L Gardener
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   Sarah LaRebel
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