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Oct 2012
I can inhabit white
walls. I've survived  
crackers and loss before.
What is stopping me now?
The world is a white wall.
Minds are white walls.
Potential are all white walls.
We're all white walls,
well at least at first anyway.
Add the dark colors first
or the accents won't show.
Meaning's lost in this piece.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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