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Distant in the sky at night, a profound and shiny light, the moon slowly moves, like a sloath on the roves. A sensation in summertimes, a cloud that sometimes dresses the sky of white when the moon guides my typewrite.
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Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 2:52 AM UTC
Moon
Distant in the sky at night, a profound and shiny light, the moon slowly moves, like a sloath on the roves. A sensation in summertimes, a cloud that sometimes dresses the sky of white when the moon guides my typewrite.
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18/M/Namibia
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 2:52 AM UTC
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