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Seedy weejuns and mule slippers flopped fast across the cold dewed lawn, laps of breath puffs churned. Doing what we did best burning off the night air, welcoming dawn.
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 6:23 AM UTC
My Brother and I Run Amok
Seedy weejuns and mule slippers flopped fast across the cold dewed lawn, laps of breath puffs churned. Doing what we did best burning off the night air, welcoming dawn.
Tickled by memories of growing up rowdy.
d-lowell-wilder
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 6:23 AM UTC
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