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Led through the mist, by the milk-light of moon, all that was lost, is revealed. Our long bygone burdens, mere echoes of the spring, but where have we come, and where shall we end? If dreams can’t come true, then why not pretend? How the gentle wind, beckons through the leaves, as autumn colors fall.
Somewhere lost in the clouded annals of history, lies a place that few have seen. A mysterious place, called The Unknown.
OVER THE GARDEN WALL (2014)
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By the way, school “lunches” like this have been a significant factor in why school-aged children’s health has been rapidly declining over the past few years. And I’ve said this before, but it bears repeating: that incredibly bloated annual police budget gets funneled into buying outdated military equipment from the US army that cops aren’t trained to use.
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i can’t wait for the corona virus to be over so that i can do this again
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Tian Bao at Pairi Daiza in Brugelette, Belgium.
© Janneke de Lange, Pairi Daiza.
Thottie Thursday
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