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they fly in and sit on my shoulder even when i don't want them to old Bob's ex-wife had his sofa covered in some horribly ugly historic print (i thought it was kinda pretty) i saw a haversack made out of that self-same fabric in my possession today, Bob handed me a leather bag he had sewed with that fabric as the lining i hope i smiled because the other vision was of his family clearing his possessions out of his cabin after he passed i'm afraid it isn't long now
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
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they fly in and sit on my shoulder even when i don't want them to old Bob's ex-wife had his sofa covered in some horribly ugly historic print (i thought it was kinda pretty) i saw a haversack made out of that self-same fabric in my possession today, Bob handed me a leather bag he had sewed with that fabric as the lining i hope i smiled because the other vision was of his family clearing his possessions out of his cabin after he passed i'm afraid it isn't long now
emily-burns
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
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