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May 31, 2008

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mordantmouth

Wow, I never realized. With the earth turning black beneath the his horse's hooves, I never pictured him filled with ennui, sitting in his yurt, struggling with an undefined void that could only be filled by the low octave vibe of a brass instrument, or a really slow polka.

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