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I heard the tale of a train that could fly

Traveling bookstore downsizes from a vehicle to frame packs as two youth artists prepare to hitchhike the South Coast to promote Creative Thinking, Freedom, and Passionate Living, offering what seems to be a mesh of Love and Lively Confusion. Well, the Smell of St. Joan’s Flesh Burning wafts down the Mississippi for all to Cradle, and St. Anthony prays to find himself among the stench. With Love and Respect to Creatives Everywhere.

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