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Aug 2014
There’s a brief moment that passes when the mechanical beasts cease roaring across the pathway,
When the air is light but the sky is dark, and small leaves tumble uncoordinatedly through the air like snow
When the trees toss their dappled shadows upon the road which glints dully with a warm orange glow
So important a moment that even the silence in the shifting air listens as the clouds weep to the ground
Luna
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Luna  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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   Erenn
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