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Sep 2020
The sunset was the kind that was like syrup dripping from the skies and if you were to drink it it would be the ambrosia that tasted like a life time
Iska
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Iska  19/F/lost in the realm of Ink.
(19/F/lost in the realm of Ink.)   
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