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We crash through Class V relationships with no life jacket emerge waterlogged and disintegrating only to blunder through thorny undergrowth while searching empty pockets for some kind of map to this always foreign territory.
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Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
Up Illusion Creek Without a Map
We crash through Class V relationships with no life jacket emerge waterlogged and disintegrating only to blunder through thorny undergrowth while searching empty pockets for some kind of map to this always foreign territory.
denel-kessler
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Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
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