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Tuesday, June 18, 2013
These New Puritans - Fields of Reeds (Infectious; 2013)
We used to swing
under fig and apple trees, but then the dawn changed the meaning of our shadows which, emblazoned in an omen, left through separate doors within the same reflection.
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