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As a young gal I married a much older boy, he was 8 and the love of my life. Then we divorced when I met Nathaniel; his blue eyes and love of trains were dreamy to say the least we never spoke much though the marriage was unrequitted. Today I love only writing people are too animal to keep commitments, they must eat and hunt and reproduce to repopulate words simply listen and convey can be flaky at times when there isn't a word to describe an idea but at the end of the day words will not die unless they are latin and when enough are written you will never feel lonliness or discomfort but only inner peace and relief.
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Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 4:43 PM UTC
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As a young gal I married a much older boy, he was 8 and the love of my life. Then we divorced when I met Nathaniel; his blue eyes and love of trains were dreamy to say the least we never spoke much though the marriage was unrequitted. Today I love only writing people are too animal to keep commitments, they must eat and hunt and reproduce to repopulate words simply listen and convey can be flaky at times when there isn't a word to describe an idea but at the end of the day words will not die unless they are latin and when enough are written you will never feel lonliness or discomfort but only inner peace and relief.
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Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 4:43 PM UTC
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