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How could a still evening spin this cloud of smoke so brilliantly in front of such a dark night illuminated only by artificial light and how could it be witnessed with no thick frames accompanied by lenses enabling that flashing image seemingly waving from the end of the pavement to be understood How can the information being inferred from a pixelated screen be processed She is just curious Her How can that be processed
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:20 AM UTC
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How could a still evening spin this cloud of smoke so brilliantly in front of such a dark night illuminated only by artificial light and how could it be witnessed with no thick frames accompanied by lenses enabling that flashing image seemingly waving from the end of the pavement to be understood How can the information being inferred from a pixelated screen be processed She is just curious Her How can that be processed
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:20 AM UTC
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