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the disease turned the sky gray and our forests into highways stained the passing cars with blood with those who continued along old paths while the rest of us hid anticipating the hunter
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Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 4:12 PM UTC
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the disease turned the sky gray and our forests into highways stained the passing cars with blood with those who continued along old paths while the rest of us hid anticipating the hunter
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Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 4:12 PM UTC
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