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Our Nada Who Art In Nada, Nada Be Thy Name
poems, sometimes
January 11, 2009
West
Colorado was beautiful. I walked barefoot in the snow on a mountain and saw black swans and met his family and rode on a train straight into the bottom of a gorge.
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