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Feb 2013
His breathing grew weak, as his pitter patting feet crushed flattened sheets from the snow.

Straying away from what he knows, he roams into the freezing abode, and elopes with the zeros below.

The time capsul.
Michael W Noland
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Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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