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If all the corks from all the bottles of wine I’ve drunk were to fall into my lap I’d promptly be buried and likely suffocate. If in their crates all the bottles of wine I’ve drunk were to appear clean and unbroken I could build a house. If corks and bottles and crates were not lost to me floor mat sea glass bricolage I could scrape the sky.
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 2:53 AM UTC
The Cork House
If all the corks from all the bottles of wine I’ve drunk were to fall into my lap I’d promptly be buried and likely suffocate. If in their crates all the bottles of wine I’ve drunk were to appear clean and unbroken I could build a house. If corks and bottles and crates were not lost to me floor mat sea glass bricolage I could scrape the sky.
kelly-scanlon
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 2:53 AM UTC
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