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The crunching of the rocks beneath my boots, showcases my pace. So mundane a task a child could do it. A thousand leaves make a journey to such an unnatural fate. A dead cactus displays the unfortunate end, as the cactus next to it appears unaffected. I leave the dead cactus remains, to remove it, would be to remove the print that it made.
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 9:22 PM UTC
Debris
The crunching of the rocks beneath my boots, showcases my pace. So mundane a task a child could do it. A thousand leaves make a journey to such an unnatural fate. A dead cactus displays the unfortunate end, as the cactus next to it appears unaffected. I leave the dead cactus remains, to remove it, would be to remove the print that it made.
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 9:22 PM UTC
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