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BORN FEET FIRST.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

submerge.

my feet are dry now. no more weights on my ankles. no more whirlpools. no more tides. no more squalls. no more swells.





just dry land, flapping gulls, and warm sun.
Posted by ryanxalves at 10:34 PM

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