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Jul 2019
Ants gathered round a hill
By the seaside town
Salt on the tongue with breaths;
A storm blew through here long,
And took with it the ants.
I'm shivering now,
And I miss my aunty.
CL Fjell
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CL Fjell  23/M/Litlesotra
(23/M/Litlesotra)   
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