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leaves crunching under feet at dusk, the sky dark blue fading into a desolate, enveloping black wind howling through the rustling leaves faint owl hoots echo in the eerie silence brushing thorns with fingertips crimson red paints the soil tip-toeing on branches across forest streams like tightrope walkers with a thousand feet below them holding their breath silhouettes bleed into the night and so do I
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
The sounds of night
leaves crunching under feet at dusk, the sky dark blue fading into a desolate, enveloping black wind howling through the rustling leaves faint owl hoots echo in the eerie silence brushing thorns with fingertips crimson red paints the soil tip-toeing on branches across forest streams like tightrope walkers with a thousand feet below them holding their breath silhouettes bleed into the night and so do I
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
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