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her presence crescendoed a wind strumming sawgrass. rustling into symphony a hot summer melody.
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
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her presence crescendoed a wind strumming sawgrass. rustling into symphony a hot summer melody.
You can find ways by looking where you least expect
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Ithaca, New York
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
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