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she was melting quicksilver.  she was pink and plastic and all quiet on the western front.  and she was the closest an expatriate could ever come to home, measured in Julian years and zettameters.  

frost and fog
forgive
forget
fail
fast
forsake
fate

most mornings when she wakes, there is some place she'd rather be.

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fight
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~Gubby:iconGubby: May 3, 2008, 7:05:36 AM
In a rational way I don't have a clue what this means, but a strong feeling comes through as always :)

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