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The night was filled with a severe tranquility. Each pocket jingling and jangling With emptiness. Even the clouds were Speechless. Only holy silence of the untame. Natural humility. Clever disruption of all that Which is frightening And strange. Unique, fresh Perfect. Boring. The children began to smash things.
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
Boots on the Ground
The night was filled with a severe tranquility. Each pocket jingling and jangling With emptiness. Even the clouds were Speechless. Only holy silence of the untame. Natural humility. Clever disruption of all that Which is frightening And strange. Unique, fresh Perfect. Boring. The children began to smash things.
Fleetfoot
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
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