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A shadow moves in the clearing ahead avoiding the columns of lighted air. It steps on the green now splattered with red and looks for a hand that can help, to get rid of this blood. It finds my face and looks away seeing probably I am in a bigger mess.
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 6:57 AM UTC
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A shadow moves in the clearing ahead avoiding the columns of lighted air. It steps on the green now splattered with red and looks for a hand that can help, to get rid of this blood. It finds my face and looks away seeing probably I am in a bigger mess.
nayana-nair
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 6:57 AM UTC
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