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Broad shouldered lions stand over the ocean’s quietude, roaring thunder in the surf, thudding sand laden questions with salt soaked and matted paws. Surly supplicants beseech the sea, whose tides answer only to the sun and moon. A lions home is the African veldt, so, go home king of hearts… The seeker leads and the answers follow. For, what gives the lion his strength, is the softness of his dreams.
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 3:19 AM UTC
Broad Shouldered Lions
Broad shouldered lions stand over the ocean’s quietude, roaring thunder in the surf, thudding sand laden questions with salt soaked and matted paws. Surly supplicants beseech the sea, whose tides answer only to the sun and moon. A lions home is the African veldt, so, go home king of hearts… The seeker leads and the answers follow. For, what gives the lion his strength, is the softness of his dreams.
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 3:19 AM UTC
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