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- ...wandering without direction through the mists of solitude... - G.G.M
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- Habit of Poverty
- A Walk in the Rain
- Taming Demons
- A World of Their Own
- When Love Was New
- Love is Not Enough
- Silence
- I am a slacker.
- So Much Goes Unsaid
- Tired Muscles, Aching Feet and the Pilak Girls
Muffled Solitude by Angeli C. Picazo is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License.
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He/she probably missed attending his/her funeral by a day or two. ;)
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