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And there are those stories that are to be seen, heard, and told only once. These stories are the stories in which to cherish; these are the stories in which we breath. For these stories are the stories which we call life. The memories, smoke rings of time, perhaps forgotten but Felt for lifetimes.
There is a product of great reward for putting oneself out there.
What if I am dead and Marissa is reading the book of the dead to me?
Travelin'Round Brown 