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The wheat field moves like flesh trembling at the touch of sun looks at him. It looks like the wind, but it is their shame. No one would suspect: wheat grown for thousands of years on earth, become almost natural. But wrinkles his face and is nothing more than that what's left of your eye with admiration, beyond any room or cold oblivion.
Posted by MLL at 5:20 PM 
Esperando siempre a Googledot.
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