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Dec 2014
Your own reality is based on how the birds sing at night, faint little voices calling your name, take this day and build a city at the edge of your delusions, the tree tops seem to be the only level minded creatures
Eli Seth Salazar
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Eli Seth Salazar  San Antonio
(San Antonio)   
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