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The wind it tackles the leaves and the litter the leaves and the litter the leaves and the past. the sun it is drying the paint and the puddles the paint and the puddles the paint of the past I saw the bend coming the bend was approaching the bend in the road that soon would be passed I saw her look sadden she feared I was leaving the leaves and the litter the pain and the past. words and foto Tommy Carroll re-edit
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
the paint and the puddles
The wind it tackles the leaves and the litter the leaves and the litter the leaves and the past. the sun it is drying the paint and the puddles the paint and the puddles the paint of the past I saw the bend coming the bend was approaching the bend in the road that soon would be passed I saw her look sadden she feared I was leaving the leaves and the litter the pain and the past. words and foto Tommy Carroll re-edit
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
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