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Every lover is a storm chaser. Every good heart has lost its roof.

Andrea Gibson

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
Poet
Calais
Maine
Andrew Gibson
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Every
Chaser
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Roof
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Lovers

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