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It was 24 minutes before midnight when I cried into the lonesome river of lost hope and shivered tearless once again, fearless in a daze I quiver ...


The clouds clung to the horizon like raindrops dancing with the distant Pacific, as if hung from the sun by an invisible string. Significant but nothing ...

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