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Sunday, May 29, 2011
Birds of a feather flock to ... oblivion.
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Anonymous
June 24, 2011 at 9:14 AM
"Near the tavern the road became a dusty track, the dust of which was always black."
~Dostoevsky
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"Near the tavern the road became a dusty track, the dust of which was always black."
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