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A million years pass . . .
how swiftly severed earth became
soil jewel for our thumb.
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Vivian Grace
Long into the tomorrow- At the end of my road, I will crave and pursue sentimental recollection of young insight. By way of trying to preserve some morsels of curiosity, I am fostering my contentment. Without a voice of musing, what are we?
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