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highway without cars, but condensated dreams scattered all over the road. past is the future, ahead the unknown, the road is neverendless.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
A Stop At Willoughby
highway without cars, but condensated dreams scattered all over the road. past is the future, ahead the unknown, the road is neverendless.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
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