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Oculus
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Without memory, there is no culture...
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Wheel and post
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Mt. Sunflower, highest point in Kansas
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Triangle slices
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bereft
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Into the ether
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The downside of night parking
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Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right. Here I am, stuck in the middle...
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"Oh my sorrows...sad tomorrows...take me back to my own home..."
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"sunday morning coming down"
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Pillars of the community
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Ain't nothing like the sky to dose a potion...the moon'll send you on your way...
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I feel the earth move under my feet, I feel the sky tumbling down...
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Winged man
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Imagine immensities
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Synchronicity
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I'm beginning to see the light
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Games people play
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Fundamental uncertainty
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These human things in the elemental vastness of a windblown world
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Money for nothing