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secrets. shhhh. shhhhhhh. out of the boat house, disheveled. you with my shirt on backwards. blushing. diamonds on the water. a thousand. that's what i remember, and the taste of new zealand honey. whipped like butter. |
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| whoknows | secrets are sometimes sweet like that | 011201 |
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| ClairE |
That's what gave us away. messengers_of_God |
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| pete |
castaway into the fringe, to farm and tend the land, to reverse the desertification we see this exile from society to preform its most essential task... for deseret we go! for the absolution of our sins, though we know they will never be truly forgiven, for deseret we go! the last european state on this continent of americans! (just thinking about 'folk of the fringe' by orson scott card, one of those really over due library books i have in my apartment) |
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