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Beauty in a Wasteland

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Published: Mar 8, 2011

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I suppose this is my own little opinion about what the future will be like...nothing but desolate trees, their leaves blowing away in a random wind...ok, not really, but sort of. I think part of me does believe, though, that after the apocalypse, after everyone and everything dies, the world will start over and begin anew, or God will. Something like that i guess. But, take from this what you want. Anyway, this is probably in my top five of how much i love something i created. Not sure why, i just love it

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