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My roots strong Weeding their way all the way from europe. Humming thrumming from the pillars of Rome, to the sea walls of Greece, from Germany not far-off, France to the left. Albania, Serbia, Bosnia, Croatia, Slovenia, Hungary, a stones skip to the right. Switzerland just up ahead, Swiss Alps the high life. A side of the world where all things consist, different ideologies, different faces, Europe's best of the best.
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
Europe's prime
My roots strong Weeding their way all the way from europe. Humming thrumming from the pillars of Rome, to the sea walls of Greece, from Germany not far-off, France to the left. Albania, Serbia, Bosnia, Croatia, Slovenia, Hungary, a stones skip to the right. Switzerland just up ahead, Swiss Alps the high life. A side of the world where all things consist, different ideologies, different faces, Europe's best of the best.
jake-muler
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
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