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The wild heart of paradise, that wind whips through a violent storm, the clouds a gloomy shade of grey, pulsating with the raw power of air, a single bird glides then drops, growing far too tired of the endless sky
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
endless sky
The wild heart of paradise, that wind whips through a violent storm, the clouds a gloomy shade of grey, pulsating with the raw power of air, a single bird glides then drops, growing far too tired of the endless sky
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
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