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Dec 2013
We are all strangers to the thing of love.
Just as we will always be strangers to the thing that makes life.
Let us close our eyes, hold out our cupped hands under the rain,
And see what we catch.
Lotus
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Lotus  24/F/Montana
(24/F/Montana)   
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