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Tuesday, July 31, 2012

fast and coffee is sipped slow and we wait


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Friday, July 27, 2012

the voice shouts back to the source, tones of dread and bright and dark and life and the dead


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Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Foxes have holes



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Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Her smell was still in the air, hanging soft like smoke on a tree branch


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Monday, July 23, 2012

He had to leave the pack, accepting all this danger under the sky

Grey Wolf

I'm the Wolf- Marl Lanegane

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Friday, July 20, 2012

bridge into the unknown forest, burning all behind


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Thursday, July 19, 2012

She mops slow and beautiful...




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Wednesday, July 18, 2012

The dreams of Children are popped balloons


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Step Right up and win some crap!







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Friday, July 13, 2012

Natural Habitat


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