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				  SL ->   RE: Beauty Through Words.   (11/29/2009 16:51:53)
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				    //East, West\\      Seed.   A single life, carried in the womb of its mother.   Developing, maturing phsyically and mentally, bits and pieces   at a time.   Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months,    Pain. It's time. Rushing, you reach the destination.   Bursting through. Tears. Laughter. Life.   Sunrise.      All behind you, the car comes to a slow screech,   skidding along the gravel road. You can feel and see   the once vibrant colors swirling around you parting into a distant fade.   The bright colors are lost, slowly malforming into simple black and white.    Eyes close, and all is black.    Sunset.  
				  
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