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Friday, April 4, 2014

we are all connected through the pipes


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There was a book I read and loved, the story of a ship. That sailed around the world to find that nothing else exists, beyond it's own two sails and wooden shell and what was held within. All else is sure to pass, we clutch and grasp, and debate what's truely permanent.
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