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How to Distill Dreams	It's cold in the city. I find my intimacy where I can.	The endless blue sky is not big enough to hold her memories, so it doesn't	Clowder
I do not think that they will sing to me.	Where do you hide when the dark is alive?	The familiarity of an old lover	You will have no doubt and the sky will turn to gold
viridian	The quest for high rep nodes	Frankincense	Hoosier Daddy? An Amish Thanksgiving Nodermeet
The ghosts of Gettysburg	discarded grocery list	Not using a shopping cart at a grocery store	Erato
magic number	DIY

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