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Dec 21, 2009
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Autumnal
Burnt orange ferns fall ,they're fighters defeated. Their sap is relinquished now ,and these dry tired brittle geriatrics are crushed under
the feet of passers by, who glide forward like kites.
the feet of passers by, who glide forward like kites.
— pinksheep, Dec 21, 2009
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