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the overcast sky...belayed the crisp rolled hay...tumbled across the field...stretching to the distant bluff...planted and grown along the ribbon of road...hanging onto the horizon... |
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the overcast sky...belayed the crisp rolled hay...tumbled across the field...stretching to the distant bluff...planted and grown along the ribbon of road...hanging onto the horizon... |
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