by Will Schmit A string of naked ladies, the pink flower, face away the ridge road. Orange sunset spent on the odd nude stalks. The ocean, not a mile away, but the hill parched. Our
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by Will Schmit A string of naked ladies, the pink flower, face away the ridge road. Orange sunset spent on the odd nude stalks. The ocean, not a mile away, but the hill parched. Our
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