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Footsteps and the whispers held in the mouths of gods black as pine needles old loves like mountain rocks sculpted into shrines that glint in sunset paths and trails purposes oblique hawk cries and the lake that sparkles in morning
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Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 8:19 AM UTC
divine path
Footsteps and the whispers held in the mouths of gods black as pine needles old loves like mountain rocks sculpted into shrines that glint in sunset paths and trails purposes oblique hawk cries and the lake that sparkles in morning
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60/M/Kawaguchi, Saitama, Japan
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 8:19 AM UTC
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