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Oct 2014
breathing in the cooled and speckled air, evaporating into the trees above my head - maybe my reality is really my heaven; maybe i'm thousands of light years from myself; maybe i'm here all at once.
V S Ramstack
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V S Ramstack  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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