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wind hums slow passing over sitting gently atop the bent grass yellow and dead the wind acts too late to conjure ocean and sea the ground is bare and dead and tired
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 4:33 AM UTC
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wind hums slow passing over sitting gently atop the bent grass yellow and dead the wind acts too late to conjure ocean and sea the ground is bare and dead and tired
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 4:33 AM UTC
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