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The problem is hope. The snake eats itself and dies. The moon eclipses the sun. All things end. Things begin again, first with dust. Our star lights the sky in flame. The snake blinks and slithers. The way through Is hope.
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Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
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The problem is hope. The snake eats itself and dies. The moon eclipses the sun. All things end. Things begin again, first with dust. Our star lights the sky in flame. The snake blinks and slithers. The way through Is hope.
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Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
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