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Dust clings
to cracked signs,
silent witnesses
to passing dreams.
Sunburnt earth, holds echoes of footsteps lost to time.
Trees whisper of yesterdays, as we forge on, leaving ghosts in our wake.
Sunburnt earth, holds echoes of footsteps lost to time.
Trees whisper of yesterdays, as we forge on, leaving ghosts in our wake.
skllzrmy
skllzrmy
I took this last year on a road trip to Las Vegas from LA off Interstate 15
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OldeToby
Dope! It's mine.
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skllzrmy
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OldeToby
so glad this went to you! It has your vibe to it for sure. TYSM
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