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The old,grey cobblestone leads to the archway in front of the church that supports the bell which rings at seven. How many footsteps have touched it's surface? Footsteps that carried the dreams and sorrow of many. At seven as the bell rings the lights start to glow dangling from their cord like a vine over the street. People casually walk through the courtyard peering into windows talking and laughing graciously being. Voices slightly heard through gradually darkening air voices carefully crafting verses in Spanish. Life is easily seen from the second floor terrace peace in it's purest shape trust and truth.
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Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC
Old Grey Cobblestone
The old,grey cobblestone leads to the archway in front of the church that supports the bell which rings at seven. How many footsteps have touched it's surface? Footsteps that carried the dreams and sorrow of many. At seven as the bell rings the lights start to glow dangling from their cord like a vine over the street. People casually walk through the courtyard peering into windows talking and laughing graciously being. Voices slightly heard through gradually darkening air voices carefully crafting verses in Spanish. Life is easily seen from the second floor terrace peace in it's purest shape trust and truth.
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Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC
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