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A boy’s bloodshot eyes guide his body atop the dry mountain pasture The daylight wanes A mass of tents flank him He shakes his head with a wince to the sight of a tent that he calls home The daylight wanes A mass of tents flank him The words welcome home are scribbled on a cardboard doormat with permanent marker The daylight wanes A mass of tents flank him Looking at the vast open land below, he sees     billowing clouds form shadows     that undulate across the terrain  The daylight wanes A mass of tents flank him He rests his head that night feeling peace knowing this too shall pass
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC
Momento
A boy’s bloodshot eyes guide his body atop the dry mountain pasture The daylight wanes A mass of tents flank him He shakes his head with a wince to the sight of a tent that he calls home The daylight wanes A mass of tents flank him The words welcome home are scribbled on a cardboard doormat with permanent marker The daylight wanes A mass of tents flank him Looking at the vast open land below, he sees     billowing clouds form shadows     that undulate across the terrain  The daylight wanes A mass of tents flank him He rests his head that night feeling peace knowing this too shall pass
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC
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