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Jun 2014
And so, we continually wander beneath these wavering empty skies, setting forth down each new road with even greater uncertainty than our last.  By ourselves alone, experiencing life's staggering madness.  Causing us to go so completely insane, that we ask for nothing more from each other than a shear taste of one's uniquely charitable good company as we carry on through this incredible transient adventure.
Written by
Atlas Gruene
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