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Riding, Gliding in a flow, Through the paths high and low, Moving clouds on the blue, Wandering beneath without clue. To sneak at the peak, listening to the crickets creek, along with the buzzing winds, riding through the uncovered mists _Deepak K B
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May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
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Riding, Gliding in a flow, Through the paths high and low, Moving clouds on the blue, Wandering beneath without clue. To sneak at the peak, listening to the crickets creek, along with the buzzing winds, riding through the uncovered mists _Deepak K B
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May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
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