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Tachina Grossa
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Tachina Grossa
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Tachina Grossa
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I arrived in ....... at sunrise and as I inhaled a deep breath of crisp morning air the sun kissed my scene and it felt of gold. Dreams can be had in real life ~ Clarice Lispector
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Migrant hover. Out in the yellow meadows, where the bee hums by us with the honey of the spring,and showers of sweet notes from the larks on wing, Are dropping like a noon-dew, wander we.Or is it now? or was it then? for now. -George Meredith
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The Fly 2. in Explore