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Through my branches, there is the pulse of life.
Aug 06, 2010 15:13
For she was a stoic solid oak tree with limbs reaching out and out and out, both up and down with branches and roots, with the changing of the winds and seasons around her while her reaching carried on (
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snogged
August 7 2010, 18:25:16 UTC
Absolutely lovely. :)
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