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migrating birds over the lake; a window into the earth. the park, its lawn scarred, is left; alone and hurt. everything is looking for a harbor, a resting place; a rebirth.
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Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
rebirth
migrating birds over the lake; a window into the earth. the park, its lawn scarred, is left; alone and hurt. everything is looking for a harbor, a resting place; a rebirth.
urban-ottosson
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Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
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