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The pines sway gently in the afternoon sea breeze , Their limbs stretch upward toward the bright blue sky, They feel safe under my watchful eye
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
The Lookout
The pines sway gently in the afternoon sea breeze , Their limbs stretch upward toward the bright blue sky, They feel safe under my watchful eye
From the many hours in fire twrs
adolph-hamilton
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
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