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Bread Crumbs

Feigned cusps of nothingness, brass knobs holding the fireside, life's amazement, like an infant's emotion. We should be confined to ourselves too many others opine, life becomes complicated enough, shake the air that moment, ditch the weathervanes, learn to float.

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