So ...
Sometimes rain saw bubbling from the earth.
the fireflies also
dancing on the sides of the roads.
stretch to the moon in the afternoon. I
with wanderlust these days.
However, I am tied to this scenario, without any possibility of vagrancy.
A weaving, then, with a shred of nostalgia and fantasy, a course. The pilgrim also feel can get on my needle ...
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