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*The s k y has come down from it's p e d e s t a l Chilly m i s t is layered over the c i t y, Blurring the e d g e s and l i n e s That define what we know as r e a l i t y Keeping us from worrying About w h a t  i s to come Until it is actually in front of us Though w o n d e r keeps us on our t o e s, C r e a t i o n is at our f i n g e r t i p s*
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 9:26 PM UTC
Inspired by city fog
*The s k y has come down from it's p e d e s t a l Chilly m i s t is layered over the c i t y, Blurring the e d g e s and l i n e s That define what we know as r e a l i t y Keeping us from worrying About w h a t  i s to come Until it is actually in front of us Though w o n d e r keeps us on our t o e s, C r e a t i o n is at our f i n g e r t i p s*
jaclyn-harlamert
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 9:26 PM UTC
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