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Upon the soot-barren landscape where serpents slither in misery, there are champions of struggle among the few trees that defiantly grow through the pollution. We must only close our eyes and open our minds to sense them.
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
Serpents
Upon the soot-barren landscape where serpents slither in misery, there are champions of struggle among the few trees that defiantly grow through the pollution. We must only close our eyes and open our minds to sense them.
ron-gavalik
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
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