Thursday, April 1, 2004
Stumbling across this oasis of...
Ninety and Nine erie black palms Stark casting shadows in the azure sun from light and from life tis my inclination to run yet I choose to stand gaping in awe before the grandeur of this lovely summer afternoon 'tis nearly time for tea out here on the edges of nothing where the Cheshire moon holds...
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