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00:18 Jul 18 2023
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The wind whistles across the plains, the cowhand singing his last refrain. From night black as tar, he journeys afar, topping the rise to the sound of a coyote’s cries, seeking his home, home on the range.
…yeah, it sucks, but it’s been rattling around in my skull for an hour, sue me.
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