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May 2016
The wind is blowing cold from the south.
You saw it too,
Shadows that reach from this abyss.
You heard it too,
The whispers spread across my skin.
You feel it too,
The fall, the jump, the spry of deep dark waters.
Proxii
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Proxii  F/East coast, U.S
(F/East coast, U.S)   
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