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I miss Porter Robinson

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion

O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us. Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.

My Desert My Arrakis My Dune

               
   


      
            
                  
                        
Happy Easter~!