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Mar 2020
The air is still fresh and the cooing of the birds is slowly becoming more audible.
The gleaming of the fluorescent lights is just as bright as the one outside. It’s doesn't matter whether you are inside or you are outside –near you there is always light.
Guadalupe S Partida
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Guadalupe S Partida  31/Clovis, CA
(31/Clovis, CA)   
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