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All your base are, in fact, belong to us
“Give me now leave to leave thee.”
I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be every thing and their intent every where; for that’s it that always makes a good voyage of nothing.
Halloween, 2016
A dark and stormy month
Test
Mind the bucket.
Cold
Coffee and bones
The Mirage
All right, but there’s an eye in there
The Walk Home
A short poem
Hello World!
Let the probing begin
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