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| Mahayana |
to tell you the truth 'they are' wretched little mud-holes, and yet, because of their few trees and their pockets of yellow brackish water they have an appearance of unreality p_o_n_d_e_r_i_n_g_s of strangeness because bright-green foliage and moisture of any kind seem out of place |
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| god | wax down yer boards | 020713 |
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| chiming in |
and meet_me_at_the_beach wait, no. |
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| god | everything over there is $1. it doesn't matter what it is. | 020713 |