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blue Corn in blue Fields brings blue Moods i Can't yield
white Grass is White snow That
calm Wind blows
quiet Birds are Birds left Silent, the Victims of Violence
is That a Garden?
fuck! Thorns
it was only a dream
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There are some very visual elements here, but I think it deserves expansion. Or not.
Quick question about the photo?
Are you on a roof? You must be there is a shadow of a sattelite, but are ther realy building that blue in the city?
RJA
