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inversion (n.) is the word for that feeling when the cold air sweeps underfoot at dusk in the park and for a moment I can imagine the asphalt path isn't a path but a river deep and eternal carrying me forward into the night and up towards the stars
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
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inversion (n.) is the word for that feeling when the cold air sweeps underfoot at dusk in the park and for a moment I can imagine the asphalt path isn't a path but a river deep and eternal carrying me forward into the night and up towards the stars
sarah-fran
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
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