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Distance distills the good of time and places. Tomorrow the reckless pace today- the talking, thinking far away- will make no sense to you. Leaving only the pleasing private colors of singular impression.
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Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 8:24 PM UTC
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Distance distills the good of time and places. Tomorrow the reckless pace today- the talking, thinking far away- will make no sense to you. Leaving only the pleasing private colors of singular impression.
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Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 8:24 PM UTC
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