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I sit on my back with my legs high in the sky, I sit to find, I am on a wet and musky rock , I sat once and found pale grass, while now the rain like storm sprouts life like annual grass. A storm that strikes thunders on the ground, each space is submerged into a dark and deep sound, while water aggregates in rivers, the worlds of people enter bedcovers.
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Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 8:07 AM UTC
Storm and Thunder
I sit on my back with my legs high in the sky, I sit to find, I am on a wet and musky rock , I sat once and found pale grass, while now the rain like storm sprouts life like annual grass. A storm that strikes thunders on the ground, each space is submerged into a dark and deep sound, while water aggregates in rivers, the worlds of people enter bedcovers.
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18/M/Namibia
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 8:07 AM UTC
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