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Fallow (Ode) by <~>

Falling out of touch, it seems, can be a crime when all is over-much, and gone is your free time. Funny, how we flower and fade as seasons pass. Sad, to see friends sour but glad for those steadfast.

INTRANSIT 19-Nov-03/8:51 AM
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