inanimate orphanageA Poem by voidsparrowabout a kitcheni think this table is just the right kind of table, dont you? and the chairs we have purchased are lovely the color of lost souls now found. i got a plate set this morning its redish, like dried blood on lemons. i think i will rescue a box of silverware tomorrow night, give them a new place and new friends, they will get along pretty well with the placemats.
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3 Reviews Added on July 6, 2010 Last Updated on July 9, 2010 AuthorvoidsparrowRenton, WAAbouti write when i am inspired to do so. the price we pay for eliminating our ignorance is, unfortunately, eliminating some of the bliss that is associated with it. truth is ephemeral. it evolves a.. more.. |

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