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Trees are gone forever. There is a lack, a void. It smells   of pine and emptiness. Flashes of that day at the  surface of my memory. I remember how it use to be before.
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 10:47 AM UTC
Matese
Six Miles
Trees are gone forever. There is a lack, a void. It smells   of pine and emptiness. Flashes of that day at the  surface of my memory. I remember how it use to be before.
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