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The Judge

Turning fortune wheel picking up creatures at whim swept up like water from familiarity to unscripted novelties Seeds blown by the wind odd mix landing where it will new cycle begins sprouting in golden riches or withering poverty Sickness or beauty even the power to choose ends without notice the judge remains and recalls choice made to hate or to love. Tenth Place: Brian Strand-All Yours-1/20/21

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 1/23/2021 12:52:00 PM

Interesting winning work. Congrats. Sara

Funom Makama

Date: 7/19/2017 2:11:00 PM

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