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*The sun smiles, yet it's glare is colder now. It sets before I really rise, but I feel its glare.*
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
The Cold Sun Glares
*The sun smiles, yet it's glare is colder now. It sets before I really rise, but I feel its glare.*
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
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