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in fifty, one hundred years, two hundred (or more?) all that may remain is an eroding stone to someone who once was a me walking dapper down the street or hobbling with a cane in the park or a little boy with messy blond hair... how many hairs have blown in the breeze? how many have yet to blow in a breeze?
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Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
Names Wash Away
in fifty, one hundred years, two hundred (or more?) all that may remain is an eroding stone to someone who once was a me walking dapper down the street or hobbling with a cane in the park or a little boy with messy blond hair... how many hairs have blown in the breeze? how many have yet to blow in a breeze?
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Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
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