[ILWARS contest] Never Ending Dance

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My take on the life after Wide Awake. Its not so much the life after than the life just before the life after. That is confusing. Well the way I see it it's timey-wimy wibbly-wobbly good stuff. Anyways enjoy!All Rights Reserved

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[ILWARS contest] Never Ending Dance
Mon, Jan 21, 2013

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[ILWARS contest] Never Ending Dance
Mon, Jan 21, 2013

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