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Pale wisps trailed in front of a rounded moon softening further the light blanketing the white stones of those who had departed too soon. Here they lay in their shrouds formed by absence, the living who are not granted darkness and gentle clouds.
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May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 1:04 AM UTC
The Absence of Darkness
Pale wisps trailed in front of a rounded moon softening further the light blanketing the white stones of those who had departed too soon. Here they lay in their shrouds formed by absence, the living who are not granted darkness and gentle clouds.
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May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 1:04 AM UTC
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