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Thursday, April 30, 2015
Where to look for me
I actually live here beside a river and among a crazy, tangled mesh of plants.
This is where i look out but where sometimes i don't look in.
From the point of view of where one is outside looking in, it is just a place to live.
It can also be a place that will leave one wondering, who lives there?
What is she like?
What does she eat?
What does she do?
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