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Nov 2013
we spend all of our life time digging up the past robbing the graves of our ancestors. we keep running to our past we are running out of time for making a future. we know what happens to the body in death and yet it tells us nothing beyond death. there are no words for mankind who acts like rabid wolverines running to the graves taking displaying stealing from our ancestors shame on the human race for such ignorance of true knowledge.
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dawn marie karla debaat  calgary
(calgary)   
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