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Occasionally I feel the curious mystery that sustains in khaki bows and the mystery of planes as an emporium of leaves immerse the night swallowed in the open plains of plaid or locked in the wood behind the walls in home on the range a wonder of crosshatch and deliver in the answer I curiously consider "what thing would dispel such a calming emulsion?"
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
Wonder
Occasionally I feel the curious mystery that sustains in khaki bows and the mystery of planes as an emporium of leaves immerse the night swallowed in the open plains of plaid or locked in the wood behind the walls in home on the range a wonder of crosshatch and deliver in the answer I curiously consider "what thing would dispel such a calming emulsion?"
thibaut-v
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
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