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Air under the wings as we rush upwards, peeking out our windows Molten metal winks and calls for us from below Calling to be mined…excavated…or is that just our human nature?
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May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC
Bodies of water at sunset
Air under the wings as we rush upwards, peeking out our windows Molten metal winks and calls for us from below Calling to be mined…excavated…or is that just our human nature?
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marine-andreson
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May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC
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