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Apr 2015
Down to the bottom of a dropped sky past the horizon you'll see a sun. Its burnt and bewiderment cast shadows on the dawn. No light on the fringes of night beatened back into the sight. Roaming the scape of a dream ive had in the past. Ive seen this before how strange to see it again. Interpretations and madness...
Ian Brian Summers
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   SPT and Ash Saveman
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