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Nov 2014
Laying on a chair made of beans.  Head propped up somewhere in the cloud.  I wonder to my self.
Where to now?
How far away is Wonderland?
Tip toe down the road.  Loss the feeling in your legs. Fly to the moon.
I am the river. The star. I'm glue.
In mid trip
C X  Rutledge
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C X Rutledge  28/M/Pensacola, FL
(28/M/Pensacola, FL)   
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