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| me? | along the dempster. watching the nights turn into endless days. then darkess. | 991124 |
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| amy |
how do clocks tick in the north, and are sounds ever heard, does the ear become pained in the wind, do birds just keep going? for the chaotically impaired (myself), it comes as a revelation that the past is fair ground for original inspiration. |
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| Rob | my grandfather is northward. hope he's ok | 030325 |
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| nomme |
this wind is scaring me it is beautifully frightening the sound of its rushing over the hills |
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