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Post by citrus on Nov 26, 2015 22:28:17 GMT -6
Attachment DeletedThe flower that b l o o m s in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.
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Post by citrus on Nov 26, 2015 22:32:39 GMT -6
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Post by citrus on Nov 26, 2015 22:38:06 GMT -6
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Post by citrus on Nov 26, 2015 22:42:33 GMT -6
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Post by citrus on Nov 26, 2015 23:26:34 GMT -6
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Post by citrus on Nov 26, 2015 23:28:52 GMT -6
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Post by citrus on Nov 26, 2015 23:29:48 GMT -6
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Post by citrus on Nov 26, 2015 23:37:50 GMT -6
Attachment DeletedAttachment DeletedAttachment Deleted One hundred and fifty years ago this day, the Northwests asked us lumber-folk to build them a mansion atop the hill. We were told t’would be a service to the town, that once a year they would throw a grand party, and all would share in the bounty. It took years of backbreaking labor and sacrifice, but when it was time for the grand party they promised the common folk of the town, they refused to let us in.
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Post by citrus on Nov 27, 2015 0:19:43 GMT -6
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Post by citrus on Nov 27, 2015 0:22:02 GMT -6
Attachment DeletedAttachment Deleted I’ve been looking out of a window for eighteen years, dreaming about what I might feel like when those lights rise in the sky. What if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be?
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Post by citrus on Nov 27, 2015 0:35:35 GMT -6
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Post by citrus on Nov 27, 2015 0:53:19 GMT -6
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Post by citrus on Nov 27, 2015 0:56:41 GMT -6
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Post by citrus on Nov 27, 2015 1:00:49 GMT -6
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Post by citrus on Nov 27, 2015 1:10:42 GMT -6
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