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the fog emerges from the wood like ****** spirits from their graves reaching to join their brethren aloft in the sky blocking the sun that beckons it ascend the horizon is aglow in the dappled sunlight hazy with moisture and heavy with the dead
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
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the fog emerges from the wood like ****** spirits from their graves reaching to join their brethren aloft in the sky blocking the sun that beckons it ascend the horizon is aglow in the dappled sunlight hazy with moisture and heavy with the dead
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
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