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Thursday, May 1, 2008

L _ _ _

L _ _ _ It comes with out a calling card. It doesn't make a sound. It permeates your senses like spilling a bottle of indelible ink on a white cotton shirt. It is weightless. But... It fills you up like a hot air balloon soaring over the horizon on a crystal clear day. It is intangible. But, you can... Sign in to see full entry.

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