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Gap Year

As the earth goes round as a carousel and you find yourself sliding from one wave to the next; the lumbering seesaw ride between valley and mountain. May the playground of your dreams never dim in the shadow of finite time.

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shiloh-harmitt

English

Published: Oct 10, 2013
LinesWords: 741

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