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By the moonlight...


 

Doodling in the darkness... Digging up dreams...
Drenched in the dainty droplets, dusting off dreary despair...
Dungeons of doubts drift into doldrums; but down comes the drizzle and dissolves the dunes of despondency...
Dazzled in the dusk, dabbling under the moon..
Off to descend into the dale.. 

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