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This arc of days smelling of colder dirt Not coy, forth coming birth of frost.
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC
I am sweaty in my long-sleeved shirt.
This arc of days smelling of colder dirt Not coy, forth coming birth of frost.
The mornings smell like fall but the afternoons are still blasting hot Ugh.
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC
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