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January 03, 2011

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Lu Ann

Wow, this piece took my breath away... It is one of those times where you don´t know what´s best, to laugh or to cry when you find out how naive you´ve been thinking that maybe you were over something or that it might be already erasen of your mind... but it´s still there.

fiveloaf

beautiful words.. mines here- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/02/14/hunger/

Kim Nelson

I love this!

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