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in a blink, the clock hand whirls a baby gains wrinkles and white hair soon to leave the earth leaving no traces behind, like their ancestors before them while plastic bags live on in landfills.
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Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 1:02 PM UTC
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in a blink, the clock hand whirls a baby gains wrinkles and white hair soon to leave the earth leaving no traces behind, like their ancestors before them while plastic bags live on in landfills.
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F/in the clouds
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 1:02 PM UTC
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