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Wednesday, May 09, 2012







The journey was rugged,
accidents unaccidental.
There were discoveries that made them sing,
and people who treated them kindly.
There were people,
and there were
things they learned along the way
that made them wretched,
fragile,
and they treated each other
with great tenderness.





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