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06-10-2010, 12:22 PM
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I'd draw eyes on towards the end of the tail and pretend it was a blue furry snake!
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 Eventually after centuries of war they gave up fighting and assimilated the enemy and found the enemy was themselves. We are all seeds of the great tree, whose strength is in our legs, like the mighty trunks. In our arms, as sheltering branches. In our eyes, the blue-flower, which unfolds to the sun. We are all seeds of the great tree, whose song is within us. 
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