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Sunset smoked itself a desert fire. Somewhere across the Atlantic, you were busy painting your own horizon when the steps of morning met the sea. That night you learned clocks don't really tick, just shiver and sigh.
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Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
Nearer to Thee
Sunset smoked itself a desert fire. Somewhere across the Atlantic, you were busy painting your own horizon when the steps of morning met the sea. That night you learned clocks don't really tick, just shiver and sigh.
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Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
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