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down withered trunks red-furred squirrels race to twirl and dance over stony ground watchful eyes observe from behind glossy glass - the veiled intent behind them yet lies dormant; waits to waken under freedom's call.
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
An Excersize in Patience
down withered trunks red-furred squirrels race to twirl and dance over stony ground watchful eyes observe from behind glossy glass - the veiled intent behind them yet lies dormant; waits to waken under freedom's call.
#freedom#emotion
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
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