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Mar 2014
inch closer to the ebb
of my voice. fear your
-self in my image. see
the understanding wreath
itself in transitory honors
and awards, church bells
sounding for the no-bell
prize.
softcomponent
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softcomponent  30/M/Powell River, BC
(30/M/Powell River, BC)   
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