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Ode to a Bulldog Who Brought the Thunder
He was granite in form, in spirit, in soul— A living statue carved from loyalty whole. No storm could move him, no plea could sway, Ye...
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He was granite in form, in spirit, in soul— A living statue carved from loyalty whole. No storm could move him, no plea could sway, Ye... -
Eastern Sierras, layers of different landscapes I don't get this ugly face. Quick hike in this site, iconic rocks around, saw people bou...
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