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Chrysanthemums, The Beautiful, and Dmitri Hvorostovsky
There are some people, when they die, whether you know them personally or not, when they die someone digs a deep hole in your heart. Makes you feel dizzy like all the blood just drained out, like all the evil vampires just got you. Makes you cold and frightened uncertain of where your hands or feet or face are. Continue reading →
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