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The thing wanted most, Stands 20ft away in the middle of the frozen lake. Yet I'll still run for it in hope the ice won't crack. Am I inclined on this path? The dime within the rugged exterior Is too intriguing to resist. The ice is thinning, every second is too late. Unless I proceed slowly and stop at regular intervals. It will stand stationary.
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
Frozen Lake
The thing wanted most, Stands 20ft away in the middle of the frozen lake. Yet I'll still run for it in hope the ice won't crack. Am I inclined on this path? The dime within the rugged exterior Is too intriguing to resist. The ice is thinning, every second is too late. Unless I proceed slowly and stop at regular intervals. It will stand stationary.
We have a decision. In the end we will make the right choice.
himzys
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Australian
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
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