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A moon speckled in translucent blue overhangs a tower of fire, Casting shadows hither and thither. "This, my son," bade the grisled sea captain, But no one paid him mind. They bustled about their drones with EFFICIENCE. One was up on the inspector table. Were gotta
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 4:17 AM UTC
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A moon speckled in translucent blue overhangs a tower of fire, Casting shadows hither and thither. "This, my son," bade the grisled sea captain, But no one paid him mind. They bustled about their drones with EFFICIENCE. One was up on the inspector table. Were gotta
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Jul 2, 2015 at 4:17 AM UTC
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