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This cave is his. His bag abandoned, his **** Forgotten, ticket in hand. His seated hunched form, Surrounded by his Burgundy fortress. Enraptured. He gazes at it. Nickel silver covers dreams as Indiana Jones eggs him on. Yet his equanimity surprises even Himself. Motionless, he remains. These dreams are for tomorrow.
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Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
Alan III
This cave is his. His bag abandoned, his **** Forgotten, ticket in hand. His seated hunched form, Surrounded by his Burgundy fortress. Enraptured. He gazes at it. Nickel silver covers dreams as Indiana Jones eggs him on. Yet his equanimity surprises even Himself. Motionless, he remains. These dreams are for tomorrow.
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Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
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