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Sep 2018
And the Limo gest keeps driving further and further, faster and faster away from ANu truth.  A maniacal little red bird driving fast.... real fast...in the hills of northern California.  And me on foot with my butterfly net trying to catch it.
I'll still catch her if she'll fall!  But never cage her soul at all.
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