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The fire, the foal, a coming of age in the light of the darkness be still. Faithful, adjourning take flight in the stars. Wind gushes. Away, you fools! Grasping the straws of camaraderie. We light we sparkle then fade Amen.
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC
A month of oblivion
The fire, the foal, a coming of age in the light of the darkness be still. Faithful, adjourning take flight in the stars. Wind gushes. Away, you fools! Grasping the straws of camaraderie. We light we sparkle then fade Amen.
m-g-hsieh
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC
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