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Nov 2019
Yearning and turning towards things that we’ve learned.  Burning with fires for the things we’ve discerned.  Across the deserts to the castles made of sand.  Where all the people would play games with our lands.  I do not see how we are going to stand without a fight.
Toreinss Pinwinkel III
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Toreinss Pinwinkel III  72/M/California
(72/M/California)   
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