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May 2015
As the two lost lovers sat hopelessly in love. A crimson colored moon hung over the mountains. Shrouded by gloomy grey clouds it's ray shine down over the water of the dingy pond. The scent of freshly cut grass. The sounds of yelping bullfrogs. The splashing sounds of fish feeding. The wind howling in the background as the sat by the fire. Fire Flies flying by, buzzing as they pass. The fire snapping and cracks, smoking like a chimney. The putrid odor of smoked ripe jackfruit, cooking over the fire. The flame roasting the skin to ash, cooking the delicious fruit to perfection.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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