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Old Maps

Reality those waves defy, asleep you can finally fly; Sea is heated by a cold sky sweet lullaby, sweet lullaby; Feathers decorating whitecaps the fence holding you in snaps; No need to hold onto old maps bridges collapse, bridges collapse.

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Date: 1/7/2025 8:40:00 PM
Beautiful, although I confess I do love old maps! :)
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Melani Udaeta
Date: 1/8/2025 6:18:00 AM
I like globes too..

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