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Raven

Updated: Thu, 27 Sep 2018 11:01 pm

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Biography

Reader and Writer, occasional Daydreamer.

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University I had a dream that I could fly. I soared up on wings made of paper and feathers of ink, and sky-wheeled with eagles and doves. They saw me for a fraud but embraced me all the same, until I woke up, and fell from the sky.

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