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A torch at first light cast upon path that flicker upon moss now heath omit garb in her moon quite dark that is fleece as dawn ajar and her spirit bathe in grapes that cheek her wiles but hew her sauce that heals
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Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
Patchwood
A torch at first light cast upon path that flicker upon moss now heath omit garb in her moon quite dark that is fleece as dawn ajar and her spirit bathe in grapes that cheek her wiles but hew her sauce that heals
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Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
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