| Don't Go Walking in the Wild Wood if You Haven't Got a Gun
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Merina Bisset
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Twenties
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Nice
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Grad Student/Adventurer
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Bon Vivant
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| What am I?:
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Human and then some.
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Weather Control
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None
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| Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.
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- Nice. France, that is. Being a native of France, she is happy to talk about the world at large and more importantly, see it.
- UC Prospect. She has aspirations as a grad student in Mythology and Ancient civilization studies
- Weather Control. Everyone has something that hooks them into the bizarre. Merina once wore an amulet that supposedly let the user control the weather. She found the peculiar influence has since stuck.
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| Songs
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Atlas Hands-Benjamin Francis Leftwich
- Take me to the docks, there's a ship without a name there
- And it is sailing to the middle of the sea
- The water there is deeper than anything you've ever seen
- Jump right in and swim until you're free
Spirit Cold-Tall Heights
- How do I wake my spirit cold?
- We always say when our history's told
- If only we knew the things we know
- There's a question ages old
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Discoveries
New - Words
Forgotten or Lost
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