A Simple Story
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Concluida dom, nov 18, 2018<5 mins
Elijah looks outside the window on a warm summer afternoon and finds something irrefutably tragic. Understanding evades him as he tries to grasps the truth of his reality. A soft dive into a soft, sad sunset.
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