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Shifting to sight, the clouds, a mountain passage road. It runs alongside the sweet smell of New York City coffee and early morning mishaps. What to make of the noticed world after Chroma conducts his sunrise? Girls in smeared make-up sitting at the McDonalds. Construction Workers' cigarettes slowly building the mountain skyline. Roots in the urban gravel wake the din slowly. The clouds shuffle along, the road quiet for another day.
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 5:59 AM UTC
phantom sunrise
Shifting to sight, the clouds, a mountain passage road. It runs alongside the sweet smell of New York City coffee and early morning mishaps. What to make of the noticed world after Chroma conducts his sunrise? Girls in smeared make-up sitting at the McDonalds. Construction Workers' cigarettes slowly building the mountain skyline. Roots in the urban gravel wake the din slowly. The clouds shuffle along, the road quiet for another day.
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 5:59 AM UTC
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