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Last night I saw your ghost pedalling a bicycle with a basket towards a moon as full as my heavy head and I wanted nothing more than to be sitting in that basket like ET with my glowing heart glowing right through my chest and my glowing finger pointing in the direction of our home.

Andrea Gibson

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
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