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In my palm I can feel the echo of her pulse, standing in for the absense of mine.

Isaac Marion

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Isaac Marion
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: December 30
Music Journalist
Novelist
Writer
Seattle
Washington
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Palms
Pulse
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Mine
Standing
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