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umbertrotter Braveheart in the middle of Hilands 3mon

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quebec_exposure Where should we go first? 6mon

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plexia Like a Fading Ember, The Years to Remember
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While browsing around we rummaging through forgotten treasures and dusty knickknacks. On the left were empty, faded family albums; on the right was a gilded plate commemorating a couple's 50th anniversary. One could almost image the untold lives of the people these forfeited objects once belonged to. And then I came upon these old records and tapes, old obsolete relicts of another era. In the least, it made me think twice about buying tchotchkes the next time I go on vacation.
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plexia A Beautiful Day, By The Bay 7mon

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plexia The Memory Lingers, Golden Snowflake Fingers 7mon

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miguelcolumbo77 A Crane, a Helicopter, a Skyline, New York 7mon

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miguelcolumbo77 *Time is Up*
I went to the Ocean City boardwalk today. A far cry from the bustling boardwalk in the summer, the whole town looked empty. It was a cold, dark, and foggy winter day. The only living souls I could see were the occasional jogger or random local, riding their bike through the thick, foggy air. In the distance I could hear the low rumbling of the crashing waves upon the shore, concealed by the stretch of sand dunes beside the boardwalk. As I looked out toward the Atlantic Ocean, I noticed the faint blurry outline of a pier, shrouded in white wisps of fog. And to my right, the iridescent glow of holiday lights caught my attention. Scattered among the bordered up facades of boardwalk shops were the occasional store advertising "Open All Year." And next to one such business, advertising their world-famous confectionary via animatronic workers, I stumbled upon this sight. The warm glow of a streetlight cut through the thick fog around me, casting a long shadow on the boardwalk in front of me. The radiant glow of the clock face displayed the current time. I heard the faint, muffled sound of footsteps behind me. And with a strong sense of trepidation, I realized that my time was up.
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