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Light a candle in the attic,blown by winds of change.
but to reignite a flame forsaken,
burn a light true, pure, pellucid and lilly white.
pumpkin, a man travels the world to find his home,
when all along his home has always been the heart he knows.
this is home, i have found mine...
-pumpkin breeder
posted by Ben Samin @ 8:57 AM
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