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“i can't give you the moon,” the tinker said. “she doesn't belong to me. she belongs only to herself.”

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ACPC: Spring 2019"We can, if we so choose, wander aimlessly over the continent of the arbitrary. Rootless as some winged seed blown about on a serendipitous spring breeze."

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