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#celtichorse
Running through a field of stars past the twirling gnomes… The Bell-whistle blows as the train rolls in, For the field of stars; my home… An ashen horse in Celtic glee, And me; a weary sack of bones.
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Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
Orion