A Seasoned Child
By mcscraic
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Seasoned Child
By Paul McCann
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As the rain in the highlands falls , People smiled behind closed windows with The past is gone and today is with us but a while , Wood piles await the Winter , Winter awaits the spring , The future rests itself in open spaces , Mother Nature throws her home open . Wafting through the air , |
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