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dust thick in the air— he kneels; hands clasped tight around the tsuka. his fate.
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC
Fate
dust thick in the air— he kneels; hands clasped tight around the tsuka. his fate.
logikthejayman
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32/M/Denton, TX
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC
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