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when I was young I would stick my finger in a hole in the wall and believe that the tip had been, transported to space. I miss those days when my mind could thrive in the most average of place.
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Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
when space was a hole in the wall
when I was young I would stick my finger in a hole in the wall and believe that the tip had been, transported to space. I miss those days when my mind could thrive in the most average of place.
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Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
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