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Stones gathered, the mountain birds take flight. A sweep of the sleeve, the board is clear. Tonight's winner m…

Stones gathered, the mountain birds take flight. A sweep of the sleeve, the board is clear. Tonight's winner matters not. In this joy, we leave all cunning behind.

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Stones gathered, the mountain birds take flight. A sweep of the sleeve, the board is clear… | Where Winds Meet Database