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#vicissitude
Without father, without mother, I grew up, running wild and free. Mountains I conquered, cities I build; In a strange land, I've now arrived. Your light was brighter than the sun, Your hushed whispers, overwhelmed the Sirens. I'm tempted, I followed and I fell; In a strange land, I'm now enslaved.
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
In a Strange Land
Morning— Each person is trying to say: "I'm here." —in his or her own unique impetuous way. But please remember to leave your handprint on a wall and check on it 30,000 years later.
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 8:08 AM UTC
Handprint