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In my dream, everywhere I looked there was music in the hills which rolled like women. They were alive and laughing and I ran into them with my hands greedy, mouth open, and soul outstretched. What I wouldn�t give to be covered in dew. . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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