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Surface Change Standing in the swelling winds, as your hair blows to and fro across your face. Watching the turbulence change the waves of circumstance. Every step across the plot is like pelting rain of the darkened clouds of gain. The workers bodies sore and grievous as are their minds. Shown by the expressions of having desolately drained souls as they willingly fulfill the delivery of weighted rearranging. Creating the striking appearance of Surface changes. While the same old teeth gritting grind makes the gateway to further substance gathering. Pushing the humps to fill in the sunken slumps by adding with clumps of old bones toped with darkened earth rich in smell of fertile soil. If only the sowing of the new seed knew and understood the tow of the workers underneath thines feet… |
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