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Feb 2018
Therate
I want them to find all lost bodies on Thera.

Thirty metres of ash hides them.

Brothers and sisters cremated alive.

There was no divine guidance from a higher divinity over her last 4 years.

Wishful thinking on her part, oh yeah.

She, Katrina, acquired a taste for gin.

Life goes on, so her mate said.

Jesus failed continuously from 2013.

Ikea replaced him.
nick armbrister
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nick armbrister  122/Two-Spirit/earth
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