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Every moment, concentration, every breath is dignity Shaping,   Molding,     Moving,       Flying. Life is folding little creases til a newborn crane is formed. Flying,   Floating,     Falling,       Dying. Like a thousand paper cranes Someday, I will find My favorite version of myself.
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
1,000 paper cranes
Every moment, concentration, every breath is dignity Shaping,   Molding,     Moving,       Flying. Life is folding little creases til a newborn crane is formed. Flying,   Floating,     Falling,       Dying. Like a thousand paper cranes Someday, I will find My favorite version of myself.
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dlpetrin
19/F/Nashville, TN
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
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