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the whole thing was a quake, the aftershocks of an unfathomable loneliness. the tremors ceased, and now we contemplate what we have done.
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
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the whole thing was a quake, the aftershocks of an unfathomable loneliness. the tremors ceased, and now we contemplate what we have done.
jacob-vigil
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
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