Float away on a cloud while your feet sink into the sand before the ocean. Stare on as the tide comes in washing away history in its timely manner. Gone for ever the foot prints of the past. Walking above such a line leaves prints for the wind's task of cleaning. The land we walk on is much meaner a substance. Corridors of stone and cement chiseled
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(also plz to shouting at Shannon every once in a while!)
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Oh yeah. I friended you a while back. *waves* hiyo, this teh Oni!
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