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I am looking at the snow outside through a thin sill blind and still few things whiter as from the rays of daylight but rather I prefer the night on the frozenness. warmth is bringing those grass oases and they are much like cloudholes through dayblue sky. but still it is cold and I am thinking in a summer way of grass cutting and flat air through which dovesongs may or may not travel
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Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 8:24 PM UTC
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I am looking at the snow outside through a thin sill blind and still few things whiter as from the rays of daylight but rather I prefer the night on the frozenness. warmth is bringing those grass oases and they are much like cloudholes through dayblue sky. but still it is cold and I am thinking in a summer way of grass cutting and flat air through which dovesongs may or may not travel
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Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 8:24 PM UTC
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