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The sky is long, the road is far, wind and snow blow straight. Dangling white specks of snow unfolded gracefully, Yet home is naught when the dust flutters. Just like a fishing boat in the rain, Destination is just another rest-stop.
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May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 3:08 AM UTC
A Wanderer Dreams
The sky is long, the road is far, wind and snow blow straight. Dangling white specks of snow unfolded gracefully, Yet home is naught when the dust flutters. Just like a fishing boat in the rain, Destination is just another rest-stop.
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May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 3:08 AM UTC
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