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Providence's Fleur-de-lys
I could never fit myself into human history ( Read more... ) -
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"Dad? Dad ( Read more... ) -
Play your ukulele.
I dreamed that I was in a science/military/government facility on future Earth, one with a warp portal to the past that was loud and hungry and elliptic and bent, yellow, deeply convex, gridded, wide ( Read more... )