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my mouth is filling with sand my brother used to tell me to hold my breath until i could hear the ocean in my head. and i did, it was a soft roar of sky fighting sea. eventually when my eyes rolled back like waves, he would make me breathe so i didn't drown.my mouth is filling with sand by ~Pretty-As-A-Picture
he was always there to tell me to breathe out but now he is gone and i am forgetting how to.
we were very young when our father died (fell from a cliff photographing the moon) and our mother started dating the milkman. he was gangly man with white hair but otherwise very handsome. we didn't mind him at all. he made our mother smile and brought warm milk every night. but we missed our father and his stories about sta
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Wer im Glashaus sitzt, sollte nicht mit Steinen werfen.
pictures and film are great! wonderful work!
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eight letters, three words
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"every heart is a revolutionary cell"
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take no heed of her, she reads a lot of books.
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"to live? to live would be an awfully big adventure"