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The Last Weekend

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Mid moon ride through forest of red, gather bay girls wrap warm scarved head.

Wind chasing pods pre flashes of green, record weight gord named sur after saints.

Tales of breach and whites shared drying sun, the slides but all forgotten.

 

 

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The Last Weekend