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What beautiful descriptions!


I love posts like this.


I only know popham from August-Sept (past
15 summers). Ive always wondered what it would be like to have it to myself and the
birds some winter day

Black jacket

The flying youth has deposited too many things in our heart. Life should be treated with special care like an egg in your hands. We should treasure every moment of sincerity and gratefulness because the best things will be gone very easily.

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