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Not all destruction happens with quickness, explosions, proverbial volcanos, and the such Sometimes the sky falling to rest at your feet never thinks to make a sound. Threads slowly being strained at the seams till they burst. Stone cathedrals eroding as waves  lick  time into the sea. Rain drips crashing through a spiders web silent as a whisper.
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC
moutains to dust, dust to moutains. Worn down shoes.
Not all destruction happens with quickness, explosions, proverbial volcanos, and the such Sometimes the sky falling to rest at your feet never thinks to make a sound. Threads slowly being strained at the seams till they burst. Stone cathedrals eroding as waves  lick  time into the sea. Rain drips crashing through a spiders web silent as a whisper.
South Dakota. May.
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC
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