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Wilde
"You were spoiled by Wilde."
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
Dedicated especially to Jason and Jamie, my roomies once upon a time, and everyone who ever was at Wilde. These pictures are from Special Dinner.. Spring 2003?
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sadness.
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