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the old cannot erase the shadow of their setting sun bled across their threshold, staining the abandoned chair by the fire.
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
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the old cannot erase the shadow of their setting sun bled across their threshold, staining the abandoned chair by the fire.
senor-negativo
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
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