oops, didnt take a photo and can't be bothered to enter the vault. does this mean it's 366 days then?
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There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind.