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It was slow on the highway today, so we chose instead to go up and down the rocking foothills, past decaying barns. And there, in the country, I thought I saw a stellar while cathedral, as utterly empty as the fields.
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Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 2:06 PM UTC
A minute away from the city
It was slow on the highway today, so we chose instead to go up and down the rocking foothills, past decaying barns. And there, in the country, I thought I saw a stellar while cathedral, as utterly empty as the fields.
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Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 2:06 PM UTC
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