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We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

where were you?
Posted by intrasingence at 6:48 PM

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