Apr 072020
| A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky, Atop a tender strand, Rising from the land, “Til killed by maiden’s hand, Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.” |
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| A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky, Atop a tender strand, Rising from the land, “Til killed by maiden’s hand, Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.” |
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