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White gleam. Sometimes we cross another biscuit-box of people tossled opposite towards us. It is much cleaner than the T in Boston. There is nothing like this in Botswana.
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
Poem (in Shanghai).
White gleam. Sometimes we cross another biscuit-box of people tossled opposite towards us. It is much cleaner than the T in Boston. There is nothing like this in Botswana.
Shanghai has a really cool subway system.
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
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