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Aug 2020
The echo of Alsatians barking in the dark; the alley resounding their straining. The plume as the guard lights another cigarette and sways slowly in his charge. The blossom of a firework snow-beam overhead shakes a shower of dead fireflies from the blackness.
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Guntang  UK
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