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_Gilt-edged meanderings decant the sediment of diurnal isolation as autumn falls._
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Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 12:06 AM UTC
Glass Half Full
_Gilt-edged meanderings decant the sediment of diurnal isolation as autumn falls._
'Today I am one, tomorrow I shall splinter again. And thus everything in the world decants and modulates.' - Vladimir Nabokov, The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov
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F/Christchurch, New Zealand
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 12:06 AM UTC
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