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An island lets itself go. In rising water finds a friend; The past comes to naught.
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
An island unfriends itself
An island lets itself go. In rising water finds a friend; The past comes to naught.
k-balachandran
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
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