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raze the_spark_at_the_start put_me_on_the_train that_was_always_encroaching. and_so_i_dreamed that_good_kind_of_sad, those_three_words a_bright_garden where_all_the_good_wind_went. i_was_a_dream_of_myself, lost_in_a_familiar_place, waiting_in_wonder. and_when_i_woke, the_spell_was_broken, and_i_thought of_time, of_all_i_have_stolen from_such_great_heights, where_the_wild_things_are. 131126
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