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April 27, 2014
I find myself leaning into a movement directed outward and manifesting inwardly, a vibrant exhalation of spiritual rust benefiting the heart of soul with dividends. Replete with cash on delivery, the package made of light comes bundled on the tramway spiraling under curious gazes through the matrix of flesh finding few obstacles but numerous cheers from neutral onlookers out for an afternoon thrill at the races. Little can be found for resources seen as insufficient by turning over rocks in graveyards; rather, one might do a little digging and find exactly what they need under the raceway tucked in mind.