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Sep 2019
Loved starved and bruised. I still don't know what happens upstairs at those places. Mind and rough *****. Not getting up before two. The aches and pains of elevated age. Crispy fallen leaves. If something great before the winter. They got kids in cages and I don't know how to feel.
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J Walton  F/Close to the toe, LA
(F/Close to the toe, LA)   
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