Can you feel the things I feel with you?
I think I have wings.
Life is a dream, I pass through smiling...
But with perfection inside and out.
I'm so happy...
I feel like my heart is overflowing...
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Here is the place where I am to ramble about life and love and languages. You'll probably encounter some quasi-anthropological ranting and a lot of wanderlust. I do try not to be too emo, and occasionally throw in things of worldly interest, so stop by and read if you have a few minutes. :)
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