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Aug 2020
Maybe a little,
where one is dark, and one is light yet.
There they are.
the place where it meets the middle.

Where the sun dips down and kisses
the shadows,
and in the middle, there they are,
the colors,
the oranges, the pinks, the blues,
the reds,
until it’s a seamless line of completion.
Sura
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Sura  21/F/Lincoln
(21/F/Lincoln)   
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   Nolan Willett and Shane Roller
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