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*Of mud and clay, drawing strength from the sun. In the heat, insides harden even if layers begin to peel. But in the rain, the shell concedes and starts to run. All is left, is a puddle - stagnant and bereft of zeal.*
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Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
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*Of mud and clay, drawing strength from the sun. In the heat, insides harden even if layers begin to peel. But in the rain, the shell concedes and starts to run. All is left, is a puddle - stagnant and bereft of zeal.*
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Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
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