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And it isn't concrete. No matter what you say, it's not. It's a vapour. Maybe. Whisping and curling through the air. But you can't see it. I can. You know what I can see? I can see a field. That goes on forever. No, really. It does. A field that you will never reach the outskirts of. Stalks of wheat standing at attention like soliders in an army. ( Read more... )
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that made me laugh so hard, we're really very ugly.
also, i really like what you wrote. i hope it's for what i'm thinking it's for, and if it is - the box will be even more amazing
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i love it
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laura the writing is incredible! I love it
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