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The moon, a hollow Saint Jacques shell, whose kernel lovers and language figures had wasted through the flow of time, came to this eerie pond a dry vagabond - now a dweller of the surface deep. © LazharBouazzi, Carthage, TUN, September 3, 2016
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
Moon
The moon, a hollow Saint Jacques shell, whose kernel lovers and language figures had wasted through the flow of time, came to this eerie pond a dry vagabond - now a dweller of the surface deep. © LazharBouazzi, Carthage, TUN, September 3, 2016
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
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