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dust, wood the ground grows soft there a sheet of pine needles footprints etched into the chestnut hues of autumnal life softly the air gives way to raindrops feeding the trees, their steeples covering creatures who wander their corridor merging into the tarmac stippled with pebbles and freckles of water and fire
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
where the earth grows soft
dust, wood the ground grows soft there a sheet of pine needles footprints etched into the chestnut hues of autumnal life softly the air gives way to raindrops feeding the trees, their steeples covering creatures who wander their corridor merging into the tarmac stippled with pebbles and freckles of water and fire
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
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