The hour, that seems like a month, turning into a year. As they fly as such pages in a novel grasping every sence of your attention. Yet, just to be still, and same, connected urgency that collectively can, and is what it takes to change these circumstances. Thank You.
Guess which poem was the last embed at my little Occupy Wiki?
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The hour, that seems like a month, turning into a year. As they fly as such pages in a novel grasping every sence of your attention. Yet, just to be still, and same, connected urgency that collectively can, and is what it takes to change these circumstances. Thank You.
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