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Down to the deep south I trudge down through the snow with the pink, pink clouds scattering their effervescence  over spangled, darkened farms and hay bales. Across early orange styles and frosted footprints, into fielded horizons.
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 5:50 AM UTC
Hay bales
Down to the deep south I trudge down through the snow with the pink, pink clouds scattering their effervescence  over spangled, darkened farms and hay bales. Across early orange styles and frosted footprints, into fielded horizons.
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 5:50 AM UTC
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