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First snow is falling... melting on the wet road, flocking the grasses and crispy leaves. Smiling sweetly, my brother eats his last bite of warm corn pancakes. Local honey shines on the empty white plate.
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
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First snow is falling... melting on the wet road, flocking the grasses and crispy leaves. Smiling sweetly, my brother eats his last bite of warm corn pancakes. Local honey shines on the empty white plate.
FrancescaRegan
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
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