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a dozen gold horses galloping around the fields. dusk is upon, their manes are dancing — a strong wind in our presence how do they not stumble? i do.
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 1:55 PM UTC
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a dozen gold horses galloping around the fields. dusk is upon, their manes are dancing — a strong wind in our presence how do they not stumble? i do.
where is my power when i need it?
JacMug
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 1:55 PM UTC
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