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Dark, brooding storm swirling overhead clouds, charcoal black looming dagger piercing eyes in greyest skies feathers fly in pelting rains be not afraid, 'tis but a losing game
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Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
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Dark, brooding storm swirling overhead clouds, charcoal black looming dagger piercing eyes in greyest skies feathers fly in pelting rains be not afraid, 'tis but a losing game
ca-guilfoyle
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Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
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