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The rich brown soil clutches at the earth the bare trees splintered wood waiting in the gloom the birds singing in a hum worthy tune the pitchy water clashing with rock with a little painted boat wrenching from an ocean's cold lock the scene coming together like a drumming band that creates a sight seeing painted land and what a perfection for all it's worth.
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
Weaving Colors
The rich brown soil clutches at the earth the bare trees splintered wood waiting in the gloom the birds singing in a hum worthy tune the pitchy water clashing with rock with a little painted boat wrenching from an ocean's cold lock the scene coming together like a drumming band that creates a sight seeing painted land and what a perfection for all it's worth.
kaila-sullivan
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
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