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A meet in hills with locust swam her strain in a frost froze bosh laid wish went nil and trail aside her was nothing more than my escape in afternoons of dust bearing gravel
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 7:47 AM UTC
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A meet in hills with locust swam her strain in a frost froze bosh laid wish went nil and trail aside her was nothing more than my escape in afternoons of dust bearing gravel
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 7:47 AM UTC
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