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May 17
I am sunset rivershine. Holding onto the final fragments of the young moon fallen, and the starlight smile given quietly, free. In the passing lane of time, accelerating towards truth. Forward as I may be, at this present time. It's nice to know, that I'm not yet, or at least fully, through.
Sometimes I know I am. Other times. Not so much lolol.
Seanathon
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