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Autumn again, as expected. The old are gone, and now their hubris burns on our youthful years. The weight of spring is light. One day, we'll remember it and share a laugh.
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Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
Chris
Autumn again, as expected. The old are gone, and now their hubris burns on our youthful years. The weight of spring is light. One day, we'll remember it and share a laugh.
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Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
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