Storms come + go, but who we R is who we R. Smile awhile, laugh awhile, venture out awhile, but we R who we R. Products of a chilled land, attempting to heat the inner soul, unsold to empty folds of drifting loose leaf failures. Cave not while building blocks, that shape, the very definition of who you R & our distinctive existence. Un-shifting sediments, searched vigorously. Lean upward!
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