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release of daily passions who fly through my brain faster than jets if they could fit. I must write or I shall die.
release of daily passions who fly through my brain faster than jets if they could fit. I must write or I shall die.
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I love this! Whenever I see this I flashback to this really beautiful morning in the Badlands when I rolled out of bed (well sleeping bag) and everything was frosted and frozen with the sun shining through it all making sparkles and odd shadows. Very surreal and very beautiful.
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