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So many buildings. So many boulders. Enclosed,trapped,crowded. Yet the sun still finds its way. To peek through them everyday. Bright, shining. Warm, penetrating.
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
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So many buildings. So many boulders. Enclosed,trapped,crowded. Yet the sun still finds its way. To peek through them everyday. Bright, shining. Warm, penetrating.
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
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