How I love you. An unforgettable arch, wide play pen for my toes, and your simple coloring and design. You have been through much with me, I dare not dispose of you until your last thread wear thin. Oh so hole-y, dirty, you carry much internal memories that we alone share. Mud, ash, bark, gravel, dust, oceans, cactus, spiders, valley fever, we've trudged through it all and here we are still. Something to you is lovely, mesmerizing.
-Gingavitis
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Awesome....
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