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Every so often, we / become fish out of / water on a dock flailing about for a / bit, then right back where / we ought to be
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May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
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Every so often, we / become fish out of / water on a dock flailing about for a / bit, then right back where / we ought to be
samuel-the-poet
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27/M/American
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
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