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Those crazy leaves of Autumn, dead before they touch the ground (just like my Uncle Clark with his massive heart attack). Hopping and skipping across the Interstate like drunken old men, hit by cars just to be sure.
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Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
Autumn on I-40
Those crazy leaves of Autumn, dead before they touch the ground (just like my Uncle Clark with his massive heart attack). Hopping and skipping across the Interstate like drunken old men, hit by cars just to be sure.
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Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
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