Again these horses for pinker skies.
Again southward bound and bound to stumble.
Again ascending, again descending.
Again the humidity.
Again horizons unfurled.
Again spotted stuff over the ocean.
Again we match these words to sounds, these sounds to memories and days and everything we thought would be.
Again what will be.
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Diving into The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet, good times.
Location:Rent-A-Car Rd,Orlando,United States
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