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These highways past the outer rims of heaven. Towers and spires of white rock. Sunset colors the golden grass fire orange. The deep of my thoughts write for me this dream.
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Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC
The drive through the dream
These highways past the outer rims of heaven. Towers and spires of white rock. Sunset colors the golden grass fire orange. The deep of my thoughts write for me this dream.
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Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC
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