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Withal if one had to guess, perhaps it\u2019s the aromatic trail they pursue. <\/p>\n<p>The one of friendly fresh fallen cinnamon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A kodak terrain for the timid, we walk and they follow. Step by step, as we crush the blacks of our playful contrast, they still follow. Through expired film, we shift landscapes of an auburn sky, and yet they still follow. Underexposed however picturesque, apertured enough to sense their bashful presence. A mystery in motive, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-541","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-four","7":"h-entry","8":"hentry"},"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO plugin v24.9 - https:\/\/yoast.com\/wordpress\/plugins\/seo\/ -->\n<title>Nina de Canela<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"noindex, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Nina de Canela\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"A kodak terrain for the timid, we walk and they follow. 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