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Upon dead limb the the vultures sit. Waiting the wolf his fill. Necks twisted, Wings flattened, Ready to clean the bones.
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
Clean The Bones
Upon dead limb the the vultures sit. Waiting the wolf his fill. Necks twisted, Wings flattened, Ready to clean the bones.
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
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