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i'm on a plane in five hours to go to mpls for the weekend. i'd like to pretend that this is it and i'm not coming back but i know that i am because there are matters that sit still in this state that are to be settled before i am set free there are pots to stir and kettles to paint some color other than black i don't know what that means but i know that upon my return, the game is on, the deal is set, some such i will rampage this land with my sunshine and cause such a ruckus that those who don't know me will remember this way there is another eclipse at the end of this month, and this one will bring me my basket
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