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Spirit Lines

Expressing passion in action and leaving behind seeds to grow a better world. I am Eveline Horelle Dailey and Spirit Lines tells stories inspired by humanity and nature. Monday, December 23, 2013. Many years have gone my since an essay I wrote was published. I continue to be haunted by the values and virtues of numbers. They are in and out of my life, and today I give you this revision. Of Numbers and Thirty-three Miners from Chile. Obliging the caprices of my psyche, my palms gave me an accounting long .

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Expressing passion in action and leaving behind seeds to grow a better world. I am Eveline Horelle Dailey and Spirit Lines tells stories inspired by humanity and nature. Monday, December 23, 2013. Many years have gone my since an essay I wrote was published. I continue to be haunted by the values and virtues of numbers. They are in and out of my life, and today I give you this revision. Of Numbers and Thirty-three Miners from Chile. Obliging the caprices of my psyche, my palms gave me an accounting long .

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