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i wish i looked like counting things on travels through bad lands. desert, sand, abandoned wells   cold indians the landscape looked the same a few times over from the carriage and then the fireworks came up from the desert over the sky and it became night i started counting the fireworks instead of cacti
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC
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i wish i looked like counting things on travels through bad lands. desert, sand, abandoned wells   cold indians the landscape looked the same a few times over from the carriage and then the fireworks came up from the desert over the sky and it became night i started counting the fireworks instead of cacti
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC
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