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Prelude:
Soon, the mason dixon filling station approach the soft hot vapors so inclined to settle and rinse the parched, arid well. braided pines and sun like glass cut through an opening to close this quiet from any sonic boom. here weigh the beat of your cacophonous heart. parhelion mysteries watch your eyes and remember to love from the ferocious place you began without country yet or allied choices pulling what's inside out but without danger of bleeding to death.
5:57 AM
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