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Dolorous and pale-faced Mountain peaks of barren waste Create the raging winds that blast The adamant, eternal past. Yet here a happy sylph resides Within the fabric of the sky Whereat she blows her breath of change To warm again the mountain range.

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29 / M / Sydney

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29 / M / Sydney

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Jun 28, 2020

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