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The cobblestone pathway leads to a river, the blue water somehow runs clear. The pathway goes on through the steepening slopes, and the crystal caves come into sight. I see wild flowers among the high pines, and step on to the gold satin sand. We dove underwater and soon we discovered, that beneath the clear wave we could still breath.
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Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
Composition of the Brain
The cobblestone pathway leads to a river, the blue water somehow runs clear. The pathway goes on through the steepening slopes, and the crystal caves come into sight. I see wild flowers among the high pines, and step on to the gold satin sand. We dove underwater and soon we discovered, that beneath the clear wave we could still breath.
Scottie
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Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
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