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Jun 2019
I want to go there
Where the trails are boxed in with trees
The only sound being birds telling stories
I want to go where light doesn't pollute the sky
where the stars can be seen for miles
I want to go where the snow is endless
powdered and light and easy to fall in
I want to go where the days are short
but the nights are long.
Huxley Web
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Huxley Web  18/F/The Shore
(18/F/The Shore)   
   Teemers and BR Dragos
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