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Aug 2020
Distance distills the good of time and places.

Tomorrow the reckless pace today- the talking, thinking far away- will make no sense to you.

Leaving only the pleasing private colors of singular impression.
Written by
Jake Sims  27/M
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     anonymous, Aparna and Imran Islam
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