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Like apparitions on a winter morning, empty husks we have become. Lingering— cold and breathless things; dead things.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 7:13 PM UTC
HUSKS
Like apparitions on a winter morning, empty husks we have become. Lingering— cold and breathless things; dead things.
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gceleste
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gceleste
25/F/Niagara Falls
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 7:13 PM UTC
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