Who am I?
It's a question that always sends me into long thought. I mean, I think I know who I am, but It's not as accurate as simply saying "I am." Just as the trees, flowers, and insects do, except without speaking, they just know.
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Yellow Brick Road
Dipper is coming of age and his great uncles want him to take part in the "family business." But hi...
