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Cafegirl is a working artist and graduate student with utterly appalling work habits and a very old laptop. This blog is specifically intended for graduate school writing assignments. If you have wandered in from my other blog, please note that I am blogging anonymously. Please remember that my classmates and professors read this - so play nicely. That being said, I DO encourage comments! View my complete profile. Happy Talk Like A Pirate Day! The Church of England.
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I want the rainforests to grow again and I want the concrete to sink into the ground and never be seen again, be swallowed up by the land it swallowed. I want the seas to wash us clean, so we can be the beautiful freaks we were meant to be. Wednesday, 9 November 2011. A thin pane of glassy pain. Seems to be separating us right now. Me with a chill that it may never melt. Monday, 31 October 2011.