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Those that travel the barren desert shall not die of thirst. Somewhere, far off A river runs wet and clean and the nearly dead shall be refreshed not to lie in heartless grains of sand bleached white by unrelenting rays; but rather they shall enter lands of dewy meadows fresh with the smell of rich earth and rise as triumphantly as the eagle sours the air.

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Date: 5/6/2019 10:07:00 AM
Deep :)
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Date: 5/5/2019 3:19:00 AM
Magnicent... Panagiota
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Allen Beilschmidt Sr.
Date: 5/5/2019 12:36:00 PM
Thank you Panagiota

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