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Dawn, birthing the world. Light and dark, the color hue - hills and plains, trees and gardens and roads and country roads and old cored places and not so old ones. Breeze, warmness, cold, shivers and melancholy. Just it all. Inhaling it. Figuring it as a last sight, exhaling.
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Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 6:36 PM UTC
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Dawn, birthing the world. Light and dark, the color hue - hills and plains, trees and gardens and roads and country roads and old cored places and not so old ones. Breeze, warmness, cold, shivers and melancholy. Just it all. Inhaling it. Figuring it as a last sight, exhaling.
3.11.20
chimaera
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Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 6:36 PM UTC
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