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' *squashed cabbage leaves,  crushed petals, broken stems  strewn along grey slush  wind whisks cobbled street,  gravel crunches under  hooves and booted feet  rain-drooped marquees  whisper freshest gossip;  clock tower tolls on the hour* __________✒ ○● °
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
a glimpse of market day
' *squashed cabbage leaves,  crushed petals, broken stems  strewn along grey slush  wind whisks cobbled street,  gravel crunches under  hooves and booted feet  rain-drooped marquees  whisper freshest gossip;  clock tower tolls on the hour* __________✒ ○● °
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
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