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the Smelting Pot

This desertscape dotted with feathers. What need? I haven’t a need for umbilical utensils utterly useless on a Sanskrit road long as the maiden’s Genghis apron white as white gypsum in Alamogordo, New Mexico. Here you find blossoming curry spattered across an ancient horizon lulled by the dunes rattling the baritone basin, and in America, in this most united of Apache - Comanche - Navajo estates, we gather nations through nuclear hinges obtusely obliterated at White Sands National.

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