Towards the gate wind blows flour gold at the top of the endless dune soaked with moonlight and algae blooms as suddenly the purple raindots crackling into my shiny hands.
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Towards the gate wind blows flour gold at the top of the endless dune soaked with moonlight and algae blooms as suddenly the purple raindots crackling into my shiny hands.
