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intricately-ordinary

Published: May 29, 2013

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trying something new, sorry in advance ;-;

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forestmeetwildfire

Aug 7, 2013

Wow. This is probably my favorite of yours. It's just full of gorgeous imagery and emotion and rawness blahrgrhhhh I'm gonna read it again now.

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