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The dogwoods are red, the redbuds are lunch, Blackhaw unravels maroon, the Sun is a charm borne of losses, the crowned kinglet sings a sound profoundly itself a stormy midwinter, the flash and a bellow.
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Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 1:34 PM UTC
I feel the crisp of boundlessness
The dogwoods are red, the redbuds are lunch, Blackhaw unravels maroon, the Sun is a charm borne of losses, the crowned kinglet sings a sound profoundly itself a stormy midwinter, the flash and a bellow.
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Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 1:34 PM UTC
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