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Up flew the moonlight tide flying like a stairway to the clouds. The light blue stars twinkled showing the impressionistic side of the art that is supposed to be the playing of dice by the four forces. The beauty of it all seems suspicious. Never mind it all, lets swim to the clouds.
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
Midnight Sandcastles
Up flew the moonlight tide flying like a stairway to the clouds. The light blue stars twinkled showing the impressionistic side of the art that is supposed to be the playing of dice by the four forces. The beauty of it all seems suspicious. Never mind it all, lets swim to the clouds.
Woohoo....I wish I was at the beach.
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
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