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Jun 30
Storms, shelling, and tiny mosquito bites,
heated exchanges, with nowhere to flee.
I heard thunder rumble in the distance,
and hid from June beneath the willow tree.
Notes on Destruction
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Notes on Destruction  28/F/Barcelona, Spain
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