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From the shivering trees of winter, to sunlight's brew, the world is magical to me and possibly, you. You hear the birds song and the crickets noises, creating a symphony of spells, contrasted to the gunshots of humans who just echo until they ****
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Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC
The magic of the land
From the shivering trees of winter, to sunlight's brew, the world is magical to me and possibly, you. You hear the birds song and the crickets noises, creating a symphony of spells, contrasted to the gunshots of humans who just echo until they ****
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Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC
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