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Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.

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Isaac Marion
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: December 30
Music Journalist
Novelist
Writer
Seattle
Washington
Waiting
Breaths
Earth
Bones
Wait
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Molten
Generations
Countless
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