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Whiteboys & Indians
The night was clear and the crickets were singing their songs, as the fire crackled and sucked in the last oxygen, as it slowly died off to merely a dusty grey smoke and a little fine ash.
The night was clear and the crickets were singing their songs, as the fire crackled and sucked in the last oxygen, as it slowly died off to merely a dusty grey smoke and a little fine ash.